indeed1is2this3me

I swear I'm going to prom in a pin strip suit with a top hat and a cane because of this song. There's a good reason -Panic At The Disco 
          	I've listened to way to much Panic!ATD lately lol 

piinkwolf

Hey...haven't heard from you in awhile. .just wanted to say miss you and hope your doing OK. .
          Adalaine Maries
          admin. On the support group team

piinkwolf

@piinkwolf it would have asked you in the email to verify it..
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piinkwolf

@piinkwolf do you recall the email?? Cause it still would have when you registered to verify that email...
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Midniight_Shadow

@piinkwolf at least tour back and thats what is important
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xXRoCraft_Ebookzx

I love you.. lol

kat6573

@xXRoCraft_Ebookzx I forgot my password and it wont let me back on the account
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kat6573

I'm sorry.
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indeed1is2this3me

Do you know what it's like when
          You're scared to see yourself?
          Do you know what it's like when
          You wish it were someone else
          Who didn't need your help to get by?
          Do you know what it's like
          To wanna surrender?

piinkwolf

Check out One Day Too Late by Skillet
            https://play.google.com/music/m/Tq52cbnn4gpmkaxak5r3hstm5e4 I really like this song by skillet
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indeed1is2this3me

Surrender by skillet it is a song quote but yeah 
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xXRoCraft_Ebookzx

THANKS FOR VOTING ADDING MY BOOK TO YOUR LIFE FOREVER!!!!! I SUPPOSE THIS IS THE PART WHERE WE LICK EACH OTHERS ARMS!?!?

Midniight_Shadow

@xXRoCraft_Ebookzx  uh-oh *starts walking away* nope no licking aloud
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indeed1is2this3me

*Shoves u away*EWWWW NUUUU 
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indeed1is2this3me

Grief BY ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
          
          I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless;
          That only men incredulous of despair,
          Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air
          Beat upward to God’s throne in loud access
          Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness,
          In souls as countries, lieth silent-bare
          Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare
          Of the absolute heavens. Deep-hearted man, express
          Grief for thy dead in silence like to death—
          Most like a monumental statue set
          In everlasting watch and moveless woe
          Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.
          Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet:
          If it could weep, it could arise and go.

indeed1is2this3me

If u don't get it just google it I guess but it's awesome 
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