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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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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

training in seventeen hours.
my injuries my ankle my side.
don't screw up on me like everything else.
_I_

if nothing goes wrong i'll be replying texts tmr.
sorry for not responding for the past few days.

i can't wait.

come back to school soon laura.

sorry teacher for being so vulgar and doing things i should not.
how did you know bout my shell i wonder how it had be like to write letters to you.

mine aren't getting any better.
too many in should just let it all out.



we enjoy acting very very much. fired.