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There once was a girl and she suffered from sickness; mouth was distorted from razor sharp kisses; tried to pretend it was all in her mind, but I know her voice when I hear mine...
I MAKE SIGNS! GO HERE

ce qui est amour,
sans douleur.
No one will ever see things the way I do
No one will try
All my friends think that I'm gone
But I swear, I swear I'm not
I swear I'm not























