Granted, you suddenly get some kind of disease that makes it so that you have to have your vocal cords removed. Now you can't sing it at all!
I wish I wasn't so easily scared by the slightest noise or movement in the corrner of my eye.
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((Splinching's when you leave part of you behind, and the other part of you shows up where you intended to be.
... and yes, any respectable HP fan ought to know that. *geek*))
Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go. — Jamie Anderson