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Jun 03, 2003 20:13

Those that I love are like a crystal bowl that I have dropped on pitch black asphalt.

I try to pick up the shards one at a time, but each one sticks into my fingers.

I pull each shard out, and there is an emptyness left behind; my fingers are covered with dozens of painful, bleeding memories.

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ajun June 4 2003, 00:19:03 UTC
that is beautifully written..
(thought i did write a comment before, but it didnt work i think..)

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naurunarri June 4 2003, 09:37:19 UTC
Thank you.

Yes, you did post the other comment, but I had the silly "screen" function on for some reason -- I just figured out how to turn it off.

Thanks for taking the time during your busy schedule -- I hope your exams are going well! I may be going back to school this next year -- I hope I remember how to study! (It hasn't been THAT long and I have had a little practice since then, but you never know)

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ajun June 7 2003, 07:23:06 UTC
what school do you want to do?

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Re: naurunarri June 7 2003, 12:04:32 UTC
Business management school.

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