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./~ all the children were laughing their faces in half at the pain
of the girl who loved talking to walls and jumping at trains
and the words that ring true in the playground of fools will remain
and nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain ~\.
Don't mind me, I'm just ill and miserable.
Still haven't got any of the email I wanted. *sulk* Maybe I ought to write some of the email I was meant to write, although none of it's to the ppl I want return emails from *right now*, if not sooner...
Anyway, I'll quit whining, since I'm barely articulate right now.
of the girl who loved talking to walls and jumping at trains
and the words that ring true in the playground of fools will remain
and nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain ~\.
Don't mind me, I'm just ill and miserable.
Still haven't got any of the email I wanted. *sulk* Maybe I ought to write some of the email I was meant to write, although none of it's to the ppl I want return emails from *right now*, if not sooner...
Anyway, I'll quit whining, since I'm barely articulate right now.