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08-06-2008, 04:47 PM
I get compliments about how nice I am, or how cute I am. But I just can't believe them.. Blah.. -_-
The color of the sala flower reveals the truth that is... To flourish is to fall. The proud do not endure.
Heaven or Hell, Let's Rock!
Like a passing dream on a night in Spring. The mighty fall at last, to be no more than dust before the wind.
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