Without sounding like I'm rambling, there is something that invokes thoughts about ones self when empathising/sympathising about anothers predicament. I have found that in the adventures, drama, excitement, sorrow of some of the people that surround me that I feel compelled to say something about it in the sense that I have known something similar.
Ok. Talking shit now. Too much time on my hands. American Pie 3 anyone?
Signing off...and if I don't then please someone cut off my typing hands.
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