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Monday, May 16, 2005 your pained looks petrify me my sinful angel, lady of sorrow this weeping smile makes fake tears seem so real and nothing comes close to nothing. knowing what love is 6 feet underground means more to me than anything a toast to our timeless end, forever damned. forever young. till death do us part, my dear juliet. ;anonymous dead-note and it was night again -2:38 PM- |
"you can rest when you are dead". past entries.
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