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06 Apr 08 Sunday
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Current mood:  lonely
 Bite my tongue and just let the blood Invade our souls until our mouths flood Sink me in rage and pain until we gain Hate
Muttilate my soul, make it anyway but sad Destroy this pretty face to make me mad Throw me in such a desperattion so I will Love
Twisted, wicked shape of my mind, die Bribe my soul with dead lips, make me cry Take me to the desperation, call me in your Death.
As a first entry I decided to show you one of my creations...
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