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[dyng2bealive]

Perhaps tis a sign that I am maturing, the fact that I cannot help but laugh at the words splayed before me. I don't really understand these people anymore. They have become a swirling mass, intermingling, none singled out from the others. Occassionally, an arrow is lobbed, attempting to pierce me from afar. But I have long since given myself far

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[anonymous]

belle, i am sorry these things are said of you. lets talk soon. i miss our conversations.
-wick