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Date Posted: Thu, Jan 26 2006, 4:49pm PST
Author: Danny
Subject: His tanned brow creased in concern as she clung to him, lifting her up into his lap easily and cradling her against his strong form. He lifted his large hand to her face and tipped her chin up gently, his dark brow eyes gazing deep into hers as he spoke "I know that... but you have to want to get help for you too... I'll come too if it helps... we can work through this together... we can beat this baby, we're stronger than anything, alright?" He brushed a stray braid back from her face, letting his thumb brush over her cheek bone lovingly "You're not alone Mali, you never will be."
In reply to: Malia 's message, "I can only take so much.. these tears are turning me to rust... I need you.. without you, I'm stranded.. I love you.." on Thu, Jan 26 2006, 4:22pm PST


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  • Life's for the living, so see if I'm breathing.. -- Mali, Sat, Jan 28 2006, 5:06pm PST
  • (NT) -- --, Sat, Jan 28 2006, 5:06pm PST
  • He let out a sigh and brushed her hair back, turning his dark eyes upto the stars a moment, contemplating them before looking back down at her "I'm not made of glass... I wont break... but this can;t go on... its not healthy for you. You need to talk to a proffessional, especially since you dont seem to want to, or be able to talk to me... and maybe you need some meds or something... " He wasnt a doctor- he didn;t know what she needed medically- but he knew she needed his support if nothing else. (NT) -- Danny, Sat, Jan 28 2006, 5:24pm PST
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