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[ziehm]

My chest is deep. Not so much from heartbreak (because after all, I initiated the decision to break up), but from a sense of loss. Much like the loss of use in an arm: Your arm is something you've counted on, something that's been there for so long. You look down, and there it is. Then suddenly, or over a period of sustained suffereing, it becomes

Comments

[shippingunknown]

Sooooooooo now this means I can go ahead and hump you now?

[progrockfugitiv]

nope, I don't think that's what it means at all soooo keep it in your pants

[srewell]

how bout me...can i??

[progrockfugitiv]

mmmmm, ok

[srewell]

yaay lindsay get ready for when i see you this weekend.

[ziehm]

what the HELL kind of messed of friends do i have here???

[progrockfugitiv]

hahaha