| Goodbye xanga. I decided it was time to move on and write in a real journal. |
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| Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
-William Shakespeare |
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| How many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
How many times can a man turn his head,
and pretend that he just doesn't see?
-Bob Dylan |
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| "The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet."- Aristotle
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| "I prayed for twenty years but received no answer until I prayed with my legs." - Frederick Douglass |
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