That we meet in our middle way,
on our way back down to earth.
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Pamela 11071995
I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming? Tagboard
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Friday, April 3, 2009
OHMYGOD. I'm being a stalker again. & this time my findings are, XXX school's basketballer actually finds our school's basketball team, good. "People say they improve a lot." -smilesmilesmile- Not to belittle our team or whatever but yay. edit/ OHMYGOD I FOUND SOMETHING ELSE. Most of our juniors are in class 1E2 would you believe it. Smartasses. & you know what, their class blog has all their blog. Man including the most hated Sec1. Here, http://theonetwo-ers.blogspot.com/ Like A WHOLE LOT of juniors are in 1E2 alright. |