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*smacks her head on the keyboard* AAACCCKKKKK I had a lovely poem here, and by the time I finished I was logged off......GRRRRRRRRRR
Dont fall into the pit of confomity or previous comfort.
Reach for the star, its within your grasp. Only you
can hold yourself back...
*weeps tears of frustration and loss for the words of poetry Calliope took with her....*WAAAAAHHHHH.....Poop
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How poor are they who have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees. William Shakespeare
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