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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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[I am not very good at html]
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Wednesday, January 15, 2003
maybe it's just the lateness, but i wish i could just tell all my friends how much i love them. bc i really do.
it's good to be home. it's good to be home.
1:09 AM
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