purchase and prozac. (college part duex)Therefore, I don't think there is much of a comparison.
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My parents met in the battle. Their guns blazing fire blanks for they desired peace. They fought till death – or forty At forty, when parties of suburban fancies came in masked as a stepford trojan horse. They hast’ly opened the door (armored with steal potpourri and tupp’ware – the Pol Pot Brand) and a botox faced band of priss PTA pirates hissed “DEATH TO THE PASIFISTS!” Panicked
they opt for loud silence
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Heya.
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Why is the rum gone?
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only follow this link if you're interested - It's a poem
Benji
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If this is really what you think, then how come you won't look me in the eye...What do you mean I don't love you, I am standing here aren't I? [link]
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"Send us back to Hell, we've had our fill of Heaven"
-Alkaline Trio
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"I'm like a person whose hands were kept numb, without sensation from the first moment of awareness--until one day the ability to feel is forced into them.
And I say: "Look! I have hands!" But the people all around me say: "What are hands?"
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my forrest nymph, my nymphetamine girl, your glory-of-the-snow eyes do not make your innocence any less ambiguous. forget-me-not, my love.
Its so hard to reach you...
You are so close I can touch you in that split second but yet so far away...ah
Sam, I need to talk to you...
I love the sound of your voice (..okay that sounds a little creepy..lol)...
You're so amazing and you dont even know it... Just ignore the whole "maturity" factor...you have this glow that just radiates from you..I feel like I can learn so much from you...by just listening to your words...and watching you...your eyes......ah excuse me...uhm... more to tell~~
In philosophy and amaranth--sorry for not really saying much...its just that I cant say the things i want to..in public.... so... yeah.
I'm contemplating emailing you again...I wrote this whole "letter" to you...in hopes of being able to say it aloud/explain it to you on the phone...but I doubt that will happen...
Talking to you definitely helps me put things into perspective in a way I've never been able to do before...so i'm very thankful.
I shall wait.
<3
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--Parole soltanto parole, parole tra noi.
I've called you many a time (eheh) Love your voicemail..
hmm....
::is.lonely::
<3
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--Parole soltanto parole, parole tra noi.
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my forrest nymph, my nymphetamine girl, your glory-of-the-snow eyes do not make your innocence any less ambiguous. forget-me-not, my love.
xo, Samantha
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you speak as though you were made of poetry
-Shakespeare
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--Parole soltanto parole, parole tra noi.
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