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To all my dear friends. This is the place for us to exchange our stories. Dreamt of a crush from some time ago, woke up feel. In need of beauty and consolation tonight, I went . Its been half a year. Letter to my younger self.
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Its NOT my imagination. Sunday, July 31, 2011. To everyone who may be researching this company before you buy their products, be warned that this company is really unorganized. Im pissed off at this company for trying to force their products down my throat so they dont have to issue a refund. Wednesday, August 5, 2009. HQ Im So Ronery by Kim Jong - Team America. Sunday, March 29, 2009. A really funny video that makes me smile. What ahhh. this? Saturday, February 21, 2009. It was worth it.CONTENT
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Maybe life, and relationships, are full of untold secrets that people hide from each other. Swept under the carpet like bits of dust, or locked away in the safes of our souls like precious jewels. Maybe we all need to hold on to that irreplaceable sparkle of glorious deeds, of forbidden indulgences. Larger-than-life memories to hold on to, to remind us that we too have lived like heroes in a movie. What would it be like to have led a perfectly open life with nothing to hide? Pass by me quietly, quietly.