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[sarah_2]

So what do you do when you wake up one day and realize you hate who you are? You hate your hair, your eyes, your arms, your legs, the way you think, the way you dress, the way you talk. What happens if that same day you realize that everyone you think is close to you really isn't? What would happen if you realized everything in your life up to

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[theteflonocean]

SARAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll tell you who you can go to. Me!!!!!!! I on't judge, I promise, and seriously, if you neeed anything, call me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm aviable twenty-four/seven

[thewarzybok]

And she, For one last sorrow,
To carry such pain to pleasant rest.
And be done, with the hurried cries,
The wandering pains, the lady lost in shame.
This will be at last, her great release.
This which was, and is to be,
in the beauty of her face.
A face long wearied,
Of a body soon to be anew.
Fear not, milady,
no pain will be suffered on thine face.
Cry not, milady,
but celebrate the birth of grace.
No shade can come over,
While the watcher looks o’er,
And thus I’m led to call you “safe”.

[patientsamurai]

No matter what you may say Sarah, I will always love you.

[_manofthehour]

reminder: I am a peer listener. if you need to talk anytime, i'm here.

also, is this at all inspired by crash? because i thought that was pretty shitty when it happened to sandra bolluck.

ps- you = 15000000000000000000000000% amazing

[stage_left]

Or you get up, start packing and bring your ass back to H-Town and your best friend. That is what you do!