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08-07-02
slightly less visable untill you are thrown into the schools counslers office because some nosey mother~ couldnt keep there mouth shut about all the scars...no im not bitter not at all...
Hidden in lifes shadows hanging on scarred illusions awaiting escape, forever longing for the death that frees us; Lognging to uncover the angel in us all, Trying to find a purpose to this maddness. |