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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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