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Kettle
My existence is that of eternal thirst. Man forces a legion of water into my cold steel belly. Which, from the pits of my stomach boils deep inside me like a bubbling volcanic suppression as my grey skin burns red. Then they have the audacity to pour my bowels out into a ceramic vessel that which they
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amazing . . . .
did you write this on your own or is it from a certain source?
so beautiful . . ..
O_O . . . .
I pity the tissue the most . . .wahehehe xD
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I suddenly remembered why I intentionally visited your journal last Sunday . . . .but I forgot my main purpose . . . . . .. . . .. . . *shedding tears* I'M SO SORRY I FORGOT TO GREET YOU A HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! *self-torture* Why are November celebrants are victims of my forgetfulness x_X Same goes to April celebrants . . .darn it
I totally need to make it up to you :( . . .I already have something in mind . . . it will be late ^^; and a surprise xD Heehe
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