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Birthday: 05/18

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tri Rains Report | 03/01/2010 5:18 pm
tri Rains
I wana move to Russia to see mt bf <33
tri Rains Report | 03/01/2010 5:11 pm
tri Rains
cuz I'm pissed off.
I was sent to detention on the first day!?
oh and I'm moving back to the U.S
tri Rains Report | 03/01/2010 2:12 pm
tri Rains
<^> Omee Was Here <^>
Ehh today sucked a**
Erodron Report | 02/26/2010 9:14 pm
Erodron
Again your not in steam Dx
Erodron Report | 02/25/2010 9:48 pm
Erodron
Girl you better go on steam before i get my shotgun e.e
Erodron Report | 12/21/2009 6:53 pm
Erodron
so what you do that alot
Erodron Report | 12/21/2009 6:41 pm
Erodron
your suppose to take off the pants for the socks XDXDXD
Belthlehem Report | 12/07/2009 2:11 am
Belthlehem
:O !
Erodron Report | 12/01/2009 10:06 pm
Erodron
alright ^^ so when you goin on steam =D
Erodron Report | 12/01/2009 9:26 pm
Erodron
miracle you there your not responding O.O are you a zombie!!!!

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Forgotten Language by Shel Silverstein Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understood each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings, And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed. Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets, And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow, Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . . How did it go? How did it go?