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| Dark for feasr of failure, An inner gloom as wide as an eye and formenting Roling hate... Death grip in my veins Unveiling rancid petals, Flowering forth foul nectar, The space between a blink and a tear... Death Blooms |
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OK, I'm doing something completely different with the site. It's not gonna be like a profile anymore--just the about me page will be. And everything else is changing, even the links that used to be at the bottom...So I'll be updating hopefully everyday...if I have the chance. |
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