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chanaka
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silentbob
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the woman who broke me out of structured poetry and just let me write.
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chanaka
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to create the proper wonderfully sappy mood..... to the god that taught me what clarity is the strength of words is greater than the emotion behind it affects everyone differently but you know how your strength affects me insperation is your greatest gift to me thank you for teaching me how to float
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silentbob
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no prob, bob!
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kendra
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absolutely rocks. uh huh.
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chanaka
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*sitting in the brown chair by the wall, stunned, disbelieving* rocks......? i like rocks. except when they stick to the soles of my feet. and you rock kendra and so does my baby migrane (it helps me to think)
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yahelili
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Put on your Yamaka Here comes Chanaka
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010409
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devotchka
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my future roommate.. *sigh* one of the few people i can talk to for hours about nothing and it still seems so important.
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010409
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devotchka
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chanaka... chouldn't function without mint tea and sugar cubes
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010409
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what's it to you?
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