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i_need_help
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daxle
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i am not ok
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x
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please
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bye
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Aimee
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*Hugs* come back... what's wrong? talk to us
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minnesota_chris
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I'm worried too.
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pipedream
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oh no, hugs and cookies for all
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x
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now i know.
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030425
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x
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but i'm here anyway... at least i know better than to ask, i guess.
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030924
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the outsider
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life seems to be crumbling around me....everyone i know has problems of some sort. someone should do something because i don't know where to start
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sirflaccid
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I will be volunteering to read in front of a fourth grade class this coming tuesday. The only problem, I have no idea what book to bring. I want it to be something a little different, but fun and easy for all of the kids to follow along. It can only be 10-20 minutes in length. If anyone has any suggestions, please lend a hand.
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Doar
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Where have you all gone, that this trust believes in so much? You live by procedure and rhythm, you know they live side by side. And in each of their houses they take their self appointed share. They drink a small wine, cowards, leaving the feilds barren. How insulting, as you and I place each salt pebble in their path. It is done with witless perception. We tend to bend with the braggarts, and in emptiness, as they drift in the wreckage of their own bones. Each breath in waiting is wasted, forgetting the urgency of caution. Have you seen the dust that stirs upon her waking? Have you seen my death as it blends beneath the gate? Is it sad to drink claear water and still thirst? Slip me upon the racks, and spread your hands in writing a small pebbled sunlight shore.
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lexad
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What a difference 4 years makes... Low self esteem- it keeps us wanting for love and support and unable to receive it and use it in a healthy fashion. I see it in a lot of my students. It's a hard cycle to break out of. Something has to rip off the blindfold...
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070227
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Doar
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Your response, gathers the empty skin of dry ink.
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070227
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
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