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[finnavyer]

I don't think i'll ever understand how the power of some people can affect you.

how can the sound of a persons voice just send waves of bittersweet memories through me. eyes that stare into my soul.

and it feels like everything is just yesterday again

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[very_lost_boy]

I can totally relate to what you're saying here.

[startingfresh]

Some people are like that for me also.

[rain_]

come back we miss you
and feel
stupid
that we're
still here

[sir_knight_spun]

i found this and wanted you to have it:

.~[a crazed girl]~.
by william.butler.yeats

That crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poety, dancing upon the shore,

Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.

No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang "O sea-starved, hungry sea."