Here I am, alone again. Alone in all my misery. My friend believes herself to be ice, but she is not. A flame though now diminished, threatening to be blown out, by an evil wind which blows across. He says he knows her, but even I, the one who knows everyone, does not truly know her. I can judge character quick as a flash, and accurately too. Its
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lol..
add me back if ya want
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And if you were hurting on my behalf I could not be happy, because I would want those hurts and yours placed upon me so you wouldn't hurt (although I can't see how that would ever get entirely resolved ;p) But thankyou, Erica. I love you too.
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