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i have the first comment....wow i love this picture, it makes me just want to hug you :(
I agree with Deanna, wanna hug ya and tell you how much I love this photo. :hug:

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"You know me. Hostility makes me shrink up like a— I can't think of a non-sexual metaphor." [House M.D.]
if the scratches are self-inflicted, this photo moves me
if the scratches are inflicted by someone else, this photo moves me

:clap: well-done
.....i have too many questions before i could even begin to sink in something so wrenching

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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:

you make me happy when skies are grey.
good to know you're moved. (:
thank you so much.

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Good Morning, Starshine
you look like shit when you wake up.

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strange.. it seems when I'm as my most raw, no one loves my photography then..
my most favorites are on silly pieces like my shoes..
what a world.

nonetheless, there aren't many different answers. (:

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Good Morning, Starshine
you look like shit when you wake up.

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aww, Dee. :hug:

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Good Morning, Starshine
you look like shit when you wake up.

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thank you (: :hug:

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Good Morning, Starshine
you look like shit when you wake up.

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thanks EXACTLY how my posts go.
i do something earthshattering -- nothing. then, shoes, bag, book, soemthing stupid and it's some instant "success"

but this one...
stung so much, i couldn't speak.
the markings of course the greatest variable. one that feels wrong to even ask.
then the meaning to you, to the model involved. just so so sooo many questions...
yet you say the answers are hardly different.

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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:

you make me happy when skies are grey.

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