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missing_someone
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sf_retard
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anyone (well, except for the boring, the normal, or the sane; no really)
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030901
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The Spork (accurate to a range of 975 meters)
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buy a better scope and maybe a tripod mount, it typically solves that problem
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030902
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hu
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030908
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mahayana
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i wonder if there is anyone out there that doesn't miss someone in their life? i question what that must feel like?
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090224
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i miss the person that you used to be when you were with me. but now too much has changed.
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090713
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jane
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today has been utter hell.
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090713
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werewolf
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the feeling of loss is an inconsistent tyrant. it will lie dormant, not stirred by the obvious things. the location of this first, that last, the regular. Then you'll hear a word said a certain way, or maybe it wasn't, in your aural periphery, and the feeling will not be put out of your mind. It can be usurped for moments by laughing with friends or drink, but it will not be put out until it has tired of ruling over your actions, doing its work. running a marathon, writing a novel, skydiving naked, it will not be put out of your mind until it is done.
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hsg
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all the friends I never woulda met if I hadn't had to miss those I left behind.. and vice_versa. as much as I miss her... I find comfort in knowing she probably met some good people on her journey. again, it_is_said a sense_of_loss is the most universally experienced human_emotion.
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RoxRoxx
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I still miss Him, more then that I miss Us and the way we use to be, the way we never could be again even if we ever got back togeather... but gawd how I ever so miss Us...
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091009
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auburn
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I fear that in the way things sometimes feel empty that in my lifetime I might be missing THAT someone.
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091010
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Wolfy
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Infinite possibilities Elegant truths of exquisite interrelationships of the machinery of nature Filling the voids with knowledge Waiting for her to return Waiting as we float like a mote of dust in the morning sky Waiting for the rise of the Milky Way and a morning of 400 billion suns... Do I miss her? Like the night misses the day... like the sun misses the moon... There is always tomorrow.
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does it ease the pain?
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that's so beautiful Wolfy. _
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100408
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
from
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