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&; they say that somethings
can never be understood and so
it's what we have that the world
can never understand
theabouts:
aloysius ang
101487
Manchester United Fan
[♥] girlfriend!
. airforce.football.softball .
. metallik.champagne.dota .
. linkinpark.relientk .
. oldtrafford.yankeestadium .
. mlukasrossi.shayneward .
tears.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
"I'm trying to cry but I'm immune. when I do, I release. I release like frustration and sadness and everything, and like I seriously cry maybe once or twice a year and like a tinkle for things that really rock my world.
I once watched a news clip about literacy and children in Canada. The newsreporter asked this little girl what kind of stories she prefered, and she replied that she liked sad ones. When asked why, she answered because they made her cry."
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