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[rob_dickinson]

I light a match and watch as it burns dangerously close to my fingers. I place it to the rolled paper lighting my euphoria. I breath and drag the smoke into my lungs holding my breath. Nary a sound do I make until it escapes slowly through my nostrils, leaving me it's fix. And it feels so good to escape your own mind. It feels so good to let the

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[t_roth]

If you ever need to talk, you know where to find me. I know how hard all this can be and I can only provide you with a friendly ear and perhaps a pint or two (or more, that's hardly the issue).

[rob_dickinson]

That's very appreciated Tim. I may need a pint or seven. I'm happy in the fact that there aren't any sides to the issue. But I miss her.

[t_roth]

You should visit sometime, or I'll let you know when I'm in L.A.

[rob_dickinson]

I actually go your way more often then you'd think. I shall have to do that, and certainly drop by any time. Should I friend this gorgeous bride of yours?

[livvie_tyler]

Despite what I wrote, I never assumed that anything was going on. The sting came from something else.

[rob_dickinson]

I understand it all now. And I just hope you understand too.