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[iamhuman123]

i was outside the celebrity theatre smoking and waiting for the violent femmes to start--then i saw her--elizabeth--multi colored sweater, black heels, black quarderoy jeans, same short haircut--again, i started to shake--we sat next to each other through the show--we held hands, but mine were sweaty and would often twich despite the large amounts

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[anonymous]

I dont understand how this post could go without comments, while the majority of your friends posts (which are fucking ridiculously pointless) could get replys up the ass.
You dont know me, or maybe you do and im just a liar...im just obviouslay a bored person...so it dosnt really matter. Who i am.
Heres your comment though. Some things just done make sense at all now do they?

[anonymous]

Have you figured it out...whether you want it to be our last goodbye?

[iamhuman123]

no, it wont be our last--but this is a second chance; this time i would like to take things slow--my mind is not what it once was--i get confused easily and scared just the same, so now i'm going to tenaciously think every thing through and hopefully find all the answers we're looking for