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It's not what you're thinking because I think alone. Plus the more I care, the more accident-prone. Inside fears outside is surely what happens. When you let everyone in on what you imagine. It is not to say that one should not share, But make it too public and criticism will flare. One of these days though, when my stone is real sharp, I will allow for a stab to the heart. I will make room for a judgment or two. So please, grab a chair, there are only a few.
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Sep 19, 2010
Sep 19, 2010 at 6:05 PM UTC
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It's not what you're thinking because I think alone. Plus the more I care, the more accident-prone. Inside fears outside is surely what happens. When you let everyone in on what you imagine. It is not to say that one should not share, But make it too public and criticism will flare. One of these days though, when my stone is real sharp, I will allow for a stab to the heart. I will make room for a judgment or two. So please, grab a chair, there are only a few.
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Sep 19, 2010
Sep 19, 2010 at 6:05 PM UTC
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