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~*Alexya Romani*~

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leaving...
« on: April 29, 2006, 12:23:43 PM »
for a long time i was part of a room, then, r/t issues made me leaves it... when i tried to come in MTC, all my hopes was in my new home... From the beginning, all of you were very friendly and nice with me... but, once again, r/t change what i wanted to create, i don't know when i can comeback again, this it's the hardest thing i ever did before but i must to leaves the name i choose and the Kettle Slave collar behind with tears on my eyes... I can't take it anymore, i'm pissed and sad and very, very depressed... I'm not sure what i'm gonna do now with my life, this it's hard for me to do and write...

I want to thank A/all of you for your support, even if i went just a few times to the room, i really learned a lot from the webpage and when i watch the room...

Mistress Yahira, i really sorry... I mean it...

Offline Yahira

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Re: leaving...
« Reply #1 on: April 29, 2006, 12:54:19 PM »
Hon, I don't know what's happening in your life right now..  All that I can say is that for whatever it is that has you so upset, I am truly sorry..

You do know how to contact me, and I hope that you will..  Perhaps something can be figured out?  ~hugs~

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Re: leaving...
« Reply #2 on: April 29, 2006, 01:28:17 PM »
*blinks*

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Re: leaving...
« Reply #3 on: April 29, 2006, 04:46:43 PM »
alelitia,

Whether this concerns an internet disconnection or an even larger life problem that is preventing you from being online, my heart goes out to you. Please remember that many people in our home have left for many months, only to return to us when their lives straighten out.  Perhaps a leave of absence rather than handing back your collar would be in order? ~hugs~

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