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These things we dream are alone in shadows and of their feeling we cannot speak. The intensity of this shallow water wastes away like a rotting apple and there's nothing left of its core. Philanthropy is what we have disguised our enitre lives and turning back now would be unfit for even the most childish of natures. So instead, we revert back
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Hmmm...I seriously tried to grasp the concept of your entry...but I am the kind of person that you need to plainly explain things too...
I don't have any cool quotes to add to your journal like you did mine...
But I want you to know that I love you with all my heart...you are my best friend and I don't know where I would be without you. I don't think you know how much you mean to me, or how much I need you. You always know when something is wrong and you are always there when I need to talk...even if it takes me awhile to realize that I really want to talk about it. So thank you...for everything. I love you.
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