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[__theitgirl]

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty place from day to day.
To the last syllable of recorded time.
And all our yesterdays; have lighted fools.
The way to dusty death.
Out, out brief candle

Lifes but a walking shadow; a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
Signifying nothing.

And then he is heard no more.

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[glossimers]

Hi there! I know this is a longshot, but I really love this username and not to be presumptuous, but I noticed you haven't updated in a while. If you aren't active on it anymore, would you be willing to give the name to me? You could, of course, delete all the content first, or if you'd prefer, you could give me the password and I could delete it all myself. Thanks so much in advance for considering it! If you'd like, you can also email me at glossimers@gmail.com