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2009-11-26 19:34:27 by Foamy415

The Word that binds me to this place is not ever lasting. For like the rain, that rusts away at an iron chain, I have reached my 18th storm. And like the wind that brushes away the rust, i too will brush you away. Forever thriving off the rain ,the wind as my ally. Moving only further away and never returning.


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