All he wanted was just someone to depend on. Anyone. Not me.
Not me.
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- From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. --Poe
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2 comments:
I came back here after a year through a link you left on my old blog.
I wish we had spoken off the blogs. You seem like a genuinely interesting person with a fabulous clarity of thought and expression :)
./w
been a year i visited ur blog...must say, ur writing has that same 'ol whiff of freshness :)
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