writer_of_life84: so....sick. i need sleep, soup, and honest inspiration. all of the words seem to have leaked out of me. where have they gone? |
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writer_of_life84: attempting a preemptive attack on the stomach flu. downing vitamin C, posing a fast from food(not succesful), and stocking up on sprite and crackers. i WILL ninja my way out of this:) |
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CRY FREEDOM! - | ||
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writer_of_life84: it's a particularly warm day, and the gossamer breeze brings thoughts of childhood to my mind. a poem is brewing.... |
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