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buddymyfriend Reviewed by buddymyfriend on . 1500 Posts and You still havent go rid of me. Just thought I would make a thread about my 1500 posts. As a child, I had dreams of loneliness, and of a hatred...that drove me mad. Of a stillness, and of sorrow, of what I never had; of what could only be. "My mother thought that children should be seen and not heard. My mother thought that I was just a prop for her amusement...for her idle friends...for her to look like someone...I was almost; I was like a monkey, and she was an organ grinder, as I sat and did tricks for all the Rating: 5