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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 13, 2002

I dont get it...why do we have friends?Why do we enjoy the false security that they'll always respect you and your feelings.Damn I should of been smarter by now.After my last three best (and I mean sisterly as in known em since I was 2) friends either ditched me, became drug attics,tryed to kill themselfs,or are in jail....I should of learned...I guess thats ignorance for ya...

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