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She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

Sunday, January 20, 2002

god...I love it when you get home and you have your sister is at your throat because of some dumb thing she did...well happy fuckign birthday to me...god I need another cigarette....

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