| Victory. 
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| After a kickin' radio debate, I feel reborn. WHO HAH!
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| Just spent the past couple hours sitting outside with an old friend.
The streets were empty, the clouds rolled by slowly, time passed
beautifully.
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I accept that things
will probably be the way they used to be. For a little while, I
thought that maybe, just maybe, it had always been a figment of my
imagination - gone, that feeling of ******* (I don't even know the
word) that used to return periodically after every bitter,
self-effacing experience. But its here. Is it out of my hands? Or
is it probably just my own doing? It really doesn't matter. As I write
this, I don't even care anymore.
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When
I was younger, all I had to do was travel two hours to be happy. I'd
sit there, and for the first time in a month I'd be told that I'm okay.
She'd say insecurities were my virtues. She'd share stories from the past. She'd give me responsibility for the future.
With light in her eyes, she would say she believed.
Then she passed away.
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| Whoa... an air of sophistication with hints of playful intuition - complete
with a beautiful, bright smile and spectacular, reassuring eyes. Looks like the perfect recipe for
attraction. And its very, very refreshing indeed.
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| There's a place where you are going, you ain't never been before.
There's no one laughing at your back now. No one standing at your door.
Is that what you thought love was for?
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