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I have a bone to pick with Fate.
Come here and tell me, girlie,
Do you think my mind is maturing late,
Or simply rotted early?

Added: 29 Aug 2001 | Last Read: 2 Dec 2008 8:10 PM | Viewed: 3411 times

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