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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, April 25, 2004

I think things are getting better and life turns around and strangles the happyness out of me as usual.



I really can't win, Im starting to think I will never win.

posted by Jingles @ 5:36 PM

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