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whitechocolatewalrus
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I close my eyes, and this image floats beside me. A sweaty-toothed madman. A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain. His hands reach out and choke me, and all the time he's mumbling. Mumbling truth, truth like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it will never be enough, you kick at it, beat it, it will never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face, as you wail and cry and scream. [..don't you forget this]
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whitechocolatewalrus
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from The Dead Poet's Society.
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realistic optimist
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wooo, chills! thanks, wcw!
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girl_jane
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I need to watch this movie again.
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x
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i am so me. i can't think of anything except the dynamics of how teeth could sweat.
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sweetheart of the song tra bong
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Yawp!
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kookaburra
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i love that line- mumbling truth- methinx that poem is amazing. maybe i should see that movie
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girl_jane
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You haven't seen The_Dead_Poet's_Society?!!? That's absurd. Watch it-Now.
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kookaburra
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*cowers* o-o-kay... *whimper*
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realistic optimist
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and stand on your chair while you watch it. ;)
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anne-girl
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must watch this someday. Soon.
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050715
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what's it to you?
who
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