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Abbie
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What if you could do it but couldn't decide when it happened or where you went?
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methinx
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You mean like quantum_leap?
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step into the little room the present seems to zoom away thrust out the nonexistent door helpless screaming on the floor help help me please i am just a little girl again scared of all these thoughts fear will never end oh horrible regression a new obsession with monsters under the bed so many slimy tears shed i just want you to save me teach me to be brave in evil dark of night hold me lie say everything's all right oh horrible regression my new obsession with monsters under the bed tearing everything apart please leave some room in your heart for the three-year-old i've become with fingers sticky gum in my hair clean me up teach me to share transform me back into maybe someone loveable i can't see who i'm supposed to be but not this horrible regression i want to be able to love and comfort you have us be together in a true embrace not while i have my face and a child's mind please help me join time or at least hold me in this evil dark night and lie tell me everything's all right
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u24
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if I had the chance again, I would still go with the_doctor every time. no question. He's still zapping around space and time, fighting for a cause the universe has already forgotten. a part of me still believes he's going to come back for me one day. it's been 15 years since I left him. it's taken some time to re-adjust. I thought I'd find myself gazing up at the stars longingly. instead, I find myself gazing everywhere but upwards. I don't want to remember the life I threw away. It's so hard to just fit in, knowing what I do, having been where I have. I wish it could have been different, I wish he'd have understood why I needed to do this. Instead, he just dumped me here and pissed off. He said he'd be back before I knew it, but I guess time just caught up with us both. We owe a lot of years. When he first picked me up, he'd been doing it for a long time. I've no idea how long, never asked and he never told. Something in those sparkling eyes of his warned me away from the topic of his past. But I knew he'd pulled some pretty important strings just to be allowed to keep going and keep doing what he does. knock knock, doctor, I'm ready to go home now...
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marked
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hey, that's pretty good, if I do say so myself. which I am. .
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sirflaccid
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That odd space in between dreams and reality gives us power to live out fantasy, explore the depths of our past, or take a journey through what might be. This purgatory… Oh this purgatory… Can prove itself as the waiting room for hell. It can drag you through dark desolate places. Places where the ground is thick and footsteps are heavy. Places where scratching at the walls gets you nowhere, and screams are muted by you're choking on a mudded past. Thank god I woke up.
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oren
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Time travel enters my thoughts almost daily.
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dries&hardens
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is quite nice
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u24
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I've been looking for this blathe for ages.
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jane
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travel_time
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dos
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(polite applause for u24) That's a very nice piece of writing, sir.
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hiro nakamura
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YATTA!
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080907
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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