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| jane | i can't think anymore. i just keep writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing ... | 030617 |
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| huh? |
So slow you go unto the night where waits the grendel creature. Feart like a fast friend comes along, holding your hand , an innocent companion Know that thy soul ever was mine |
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