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I'm so sad to see you go. [May 22, 2009 | 06:16 PM] I am still kind of attatched to this journal, even if I never update it. Some great memories and not so great memories fester within this page. I could be slowly moving my shit over to svthvwls (it'd be wise to add me there), but keep this open for certain communities. See you around, kids.

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tiny vessels. [June 07, 2006 | 10:48 PM] All I see are dark grey clouds in the distance movingcloser with every hour, so when you ask "Was something wrong?" That I think, "You're damn right there is, but we can't talk about it now. No, we can't talk about it now."

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