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| 07:48pm 15/05/2005 |
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mood:  blah music: Just guess.
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oh my beautiful liar oh my precious whore my disease my infection I am so impure devils speak of the ways in which she'll manifest angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress need to contaminate to alleviate this loneliness I now know the depths I reach are limitless.
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