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8:20 p.m. 2004-09-11

In the shape of lyrical insanity all of this becomes a trandecendant trace of faux immortality and sincere immorality. In the bitter wind that brings our hearts to a single stop for a single second before she pulls the trigger there is the perfection that manifests itself so perfectly in pictures of a fading you

forget everything they taught you about growing up

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