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02-23-03
I've tried conceling before, my mother found out, she wasn't to pleased to say the least, said I should just suck it up and go on with my lif, forget about having depresion, said it was my likes and hobbies making me sad.
Awake O Dead, for there can be no rest for ye beneath the earth.
Let the splinterd bones burrow from the grave pall. Let cold fingers grip time-worn blades, and unseeing eyes survay the feilds of slaughter. For your time has come once more.
And the dead shall walk.
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