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The Elf Who Stared At The Sun Too Long

She is the storm in my heart.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

My Iron Lung

Strength, fortitude.

All the good in the world spawns from understanding and experience, don't you think?
Posted by The Elf Who Stared At The Sun Too Long at 9:47 PM

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I like to make a difference, I'm a recovering drug addict, I don't want to see any other kids get their live's messed because of some "outrageous" weekend.
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Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are all cut with our own dust.