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Dec 10, 2002 16:01

I slowly undressed and laid my cloths in the wicker hamper with little care. I grabbed the antique white handle and guided myself across its pallid color and obsolete texture. Then I noticed the floor was edged in dried fabric, its tone was morose like the obsolete glass on the wall. I then looked to the wall, with its brown stains and red imprints ( Read more... )

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kennydeath December 10 2002, 22:30:07 UTC
sorry :(

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masscorea December 11 2002, 05:44:35 UTC
no we are stealing peoples live journal entries to see if they will track us down. we are losers.

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twiggith December 11 2002, 17:25:44 UTC
why dont i ever get any fucking comments

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