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Current mood:  recumbent
i beileved in your lies, and i gave you my heart, no more of a fool then i could have been, pouring you love in a glass like fine champagne, only to find out it came out of box and not bottle of crystal, as clouds drew back into an angry grey , i looked up and the sky let loose with the fury of pain and sorrow, but as the end was coming close, somethng more powerful broke through, a future filled with hope
7:13 AM
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