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Sep 05, 2005 16:02

i, i, i took the blows in my face and my body. all those deaths. the long parade to the graveyard. father, mother. margaret, that dreadful way. so big with it, it couldnt be put in a coffin. but had to be burned like rubbish. you just came for the funerals, stella. and funerals are pretty compared to deaths. funerals are quiet, but deaths-- not ( Read more... )

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impulse_love September 6 2005, 10:49:22 UTC
:):) youll do fine!! <3333 good luck anyways though :)

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