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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?

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Sunday, July 26, 2009
Sup.

(:
I'm being spied rather openly now.

HAHA CA WEEK SOON.
Gonna die.
Science tmr, hahaha can't wait.

Okay, I can't reply texts.
Cos blah blah and blah.

See how I can reply.

Okay this way.
The numberings are in no exact order luh.

1. Who called me just now but was told that I was sleeping when I wasn't wth.
2. HAHA GOOD LUCK WITH ARMY. :D
3. Sorry for dying on you. Yeah kinda fell asleep. Problems can be solved luh. Good luck with yours, anything can text luh, but Idk when I can reply. D:
4. WL YOU SLEEP SO EARLY?!
5. HAHA YOU'RE AN UNDERAGE DRINKER TOO. I thought you were a guy. x:
6. Yeah was awake. But phone wasn't with me wth. You and your sister uh.
7. AH. Let go. Move on. Tty tmr kay. :D

This is so weird.
You people should know who you are luh.
Like tag with th numbering HAHA, or just text.
No gurantee that I can reply luh.

Urgh.
I'm always dying on my friends.
And there's only one reason why.
_I_





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