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Apr 16, 2007 13:45

I sat there, on the cold cement floor staring through the white door... I was ready to stab him if he walked into their room. I was fucking ready. They scampered back and forth getting what they had into just a box, and I wasn't about to let him interrupt that. tears were shed and homes were stripped, and yet... life, began to twine into a tighter ( Read more... )

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anonymous May 6 2007, 08:59:15 UTC
A shadow has no light.

Find the sun.

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