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Wednesday, December 7, 2011
sometime in the year 2005
Behind my door lies my body upon insides of filth and decay.My heart aches for all eternity,its of my own dismay.Ever upon my hearts inner array of shades of darker greys,for im left cold and empty for i weep for mankind
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