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  1. *::♫♪♥'.victoria.'♥♪♫::*October 25, 2008 at 8:14 AM

    Aaaww, omg that looks so sad! But in a good way, of course! All of ur drawings r sooo good! =)

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  2. --Emilyyy--October 25, 2008 at 11:19 AM

    I love your drawings.

    Thanks for the comment. I know what you mean, no one should tell you how to feel/act.

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  3. mariposaOctober 25, 2008 at 1:17 PM

    Aw, that is sad - but great drawing!

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  4. Romans 12:2October 25, 2008 at 5:34 PM

    Great drawing. Thanks for commenting on my blog. Are all those poems yours? They're really good too. Is that a PRS(Paul Reed Smith) on your masthead?

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  5. AnonymousOctober 25, 2008 at 7:17 PM

    where'd you hear radiohead?

    and nobody truly dislikes U2

    krl

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  6. AnonymousOctober 26, 2008 at 1:12 AM

    ok

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