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Sep 23, 2004 13:40

The pain moves through me, there were times I wished for it to end, for it to leave a lasting end. Never where the eyes could see. Yet she touched a spirit in need. His hand would bring healing, his touch encouraging. A spirit mended once again ( Read more... )

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gant_boy September 24 2004, 01:08:50 UTC
I don't understand what this is about to be quite honest with you. But I'd love to hear you tell me.

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chrome_ September 24 2004, 02:01:21 UTC
that's a nipple.

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