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Jan 31, 2005 20:53

They found me in a cave one day. Painting my happiest memories on a wall. A bone brush with paint from where the bone was found were my tools for this particular diagram. Shadows bounced against the blank walls in my barren piece of hell called home like a child in the spring time, as the fire too far away to keep me warm occupied itself by playing ( Read more... )

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lovelycharlotte February 4 2005, 03:32:56 UTC
I never know what to say to you, dear boy.

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uugod February 6 2005, 21:13:19 UTC
sometimes you can't say anything. With me, that's all the time.

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