unknown, by deception
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sitting, thinking, feeling absolutely nothing. i am empty. i have no soul. i sold it, for 10 minutes of satsifaction. i will go striaght to hell. but dont worry, i will save you a seat. |
| Posted: 2005-06-17 21:53:12 UTC |
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| 2006-09-07 10:07:10 | User |
| Sounds like something to do with drugs.. | |