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Apr 29, 2007 10:59

You can't hear me can you? Not even a little? She doesn't like it when I talk about her, doesn't like it when I speak the truth. She lives in her own eyes, drowning from all the weight she has on her back. She smiles when the devil comes and that's about it...she loves it when the devil comes and that's about it...loves him more then me..

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spiritusspatium May 8 2007, 04:06:43 UTC
hi!

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