[
]Note To Self: I Miss You Terribly..

Woo.
First Post.
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Just The Lyrics..
The jealousy and hatrid immobilized inward
Her mental and emotional reflection became
The premonition of her eternal hypersomnia.
And they all died, miserably ever after.
The End.
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"I'm no artist, I'm an effing work of art."
-Marilyn Manson.
Just things I didn't want to lose.
..This is what, we call a tradgety[
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