Jenna was a friend I lost to religion. I dicovered I am Wiccan and he joined up with the Mormons the same time. We always said it would never change us, that we could remain as close as ever.

Now when I see him I am talking to a distant relative. There is comradery because of similar backgrounds, but mostly we tread lightly on subjects hoping not to offend and push away.

I do not miss him, strangely enough. I only fear that my present-day friends will one day become my distant relatives.
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girl i will always love that boy 060515
her royal highness the quirk i feel weird around you. 060516
jordie had sex with me even though he knew he had syphilis! and he didn't tell me! fucker. 060517
zanna is a good solid name. i know a boy by this name and i believe him to be the most caring person in the world. 070830
In_Bloom TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

*William Blake
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