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[Jan. 25th, 2008|02:25 pm] |
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| | pleased | ] | i cant draw or paint to save my life.
now i knw, all of it are pure conicidence. all of it that was told, was just pure lies. to believe that you'll be real or even true. its so fucking hard, guy.
this game was about to take its end. i came, turn it around. im going to turn your hundred victorys to a mist of dust.
i've nth to lose. i've nth to lose.
yesterday i saw a true friend.
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