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I wear my crown of thornson my liar's chairfull of broken thoughtsI cannot repair
[This message has been edited by anya (09-13-2003 04:14 PM).]
"Nothing is so strong as gentleness; Nothing so gentle as real strength." -Francis de Sales.
the faeries creep into my hair at night leaving it in terrible knots
Is it just me but aren't we terrorists as well.Going over seas just to aise some hell.
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