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                                        insignificant: oh no, it's disastrous. (previously unpublished bitching)
                                        http://thestoryofplainjane.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-no-its-disastrous-previously.html
                                        What can you say when the one you treasure crumbles to fine dust in front of you, only to be blown away by the mocking Zephyr when you reach out, frail hands shaking, to bid that final adieu? Monday, August 20, 2007. Oh no, it's disastrous. (previously unpublished bitching). Bitch bitch bitch. all jane wanted to do was bitch. Good heavens, what kind of earth-shattering trend did i unknowingly start? And keep in mind that the statistic of 5 bags is only the secondary 2 level. Ask those who tried it first. 
                                     
                                    
                                        
                                            
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                                        insignificant: sleep---
                                        http://thestoryofplainjane.blogspot.com/2007/05/sleep.html
                                        What can you say when the one you treasure crumbles to fine dust in front of you, only to be blown away by the mocking Zephyr when you reach out, frail hands shaking, to bid that final adieu? Wednesday, May 16, 2007. Some say now suffer all the children. And walk away a savior. Or a mad man and polluted from gutter institutions. Don’t you breathe for me. Undeserving of your sympathy. Cause there ain’t no way that I’m sorry for what I did. And through it all. How could you cry. So shut your eyes. If not f...
                                     
                                    
                                        
                                            
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                                        insignificant: Flowers in the dark.
                                        http://thestoryofplainjane.blogspot.com/2006/12/flowers-in-dark.html
                                        What can you say when the one you treasure crumbles to fine dust in front of you, only to be blown away by the mocking Zephyr when you reach out, frail hands shaking, to bid that final adieu? Thursday, December 14, 2006. Flowers in the dark. Jane sat herself down under her barren tree. A chain of daisies, meticulously threaded together, hung from her hands. Innocent childs' play, linking daisies. In the hope that, when you put them in water at midnight, your wish would come true. Why all these daisies? 
                                     
                                    
                                        
                                            
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                                        insignificant: Grown up thoughts, ta-DA.
                                        http://thestoryofplainjane.blogspot.com/2007/04/grown-up-thoughts-ta-da.html
                                        What can you say when the one you treasure crumbles to fine dust in front of you, only to be blown away by the mocking Zephyr when you reach out, frail hands shaking, to bid that final adieu? Saturday, April 07, 2007. Grown up thoughts, ta-DA. Wait, she thought. If I know this is grown-up, detestable and something I don't want to be, then how am I grown up? And she looked at herself in the mirror, and realised that,. No matter how she tried to put it aside, age would still dawn. Ah, lamentful missy. 
                                     
                                    
                                        
                                            
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                                        insignificant: ResoLUTIONS.
                                        http://thestoryofplainjane.blogspot.com/2007/01/resolutions.html
                                        What can you say when the one you treasure crumbles to fine dust in front of you, only to be blown away by the mocking Zephyr when you reach out, frail hands shaking, to bid that final adieu? Monday, January 01, 2007. What were they for? Then she thought of the cosfest, and smiled. Procrastination from putting up pictures was first. I'm sorrrrry i forgot to call you back! I had two more calls later and they were really long -.- so yeah sorry. And your costume looked cool. Why are you so freakin' emo? 
                                     
                                    
                                        
                                            
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                                        insignificant: WARNING: GOING CRAZIER
                                        http://thestoryofplainjane.blogspot.com/2007/06/warning-going-crazier.html
                                        What can you say when the one you treasure crumbles to fine dust in front of you, only to be blown away by the mocking Zephyr when you reach out, frail hands shaking, to bid that final adieu? Wednesday, June 27, 2007. Jane felt like her mind was being split into:. 2) Studying (however little of that she did). 3) Doing literature homework (and utterly failing to come up with respectable, hand-up-able PBQs that would at least let the teachers know that she'd been absent but had done her work). Longed for t...
                                     
                                    
                                        
                                            
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                                        insignificant: CRAPPP.
                                        http://thestoryofplainjane.blogspot.com/2007/02/crappp.html
                                        What can you say when the one you treasure crumbles to fine dust in front of you, only to be blown away by the mocking Zephyr when you reach out, frail hands shaking, to bid that final adieu? Wednesday, February 21, 2007. Yes, I am feeling like crap. I've been so crappy, I haven't been focusing on my art, my idea's going down the drain. Haha Anthea admit she's wrong without a fight? But yes. I cried. Admittedly, that was a stupid thing to do. And, admittedly, I HAVE been fooling around too much. Either t...