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P.L. I wrote this in seven minutes at 1:36am. But I hope You can get the gist (Other) by smlink84

Misery and shame Are his blame He suffered, For my name. The flower of spring Bloomed in winter, Light of the world Conviction like splinters. How do I thank you, How shall I praise you, From my daily bread I turn to you.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 12-Jan-03/3:15 AM
You will hear many things about me, my child. There are certain people who do not wish to hear my views. They are trying to stifle my creativity, crush my soul and destroy my dreams. They are lucky I have not contacted the FBI.




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