santa.barbara.

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please dont cry. :( Smile. Be happy. It is a joyous day. Smile for me. Please? Whats wronge? i am here if you need a shoulder to cry on or ears to listen.
oooo i like those. did you right that little poem thing at the end there?
if so, its quite good.
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