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June 17th/03
You are the Ophidian,
The Death of Passion,
The Fault of the Flesh,
You are being eaten alive by your misery.
Engulfed by your spite and bitterness,
You are alone.
Forever.I wrote this a year ago today. I can't belive I was so angry and depressed back then. No one would ever have guessed by looking at me, it all came out
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