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[Jul. 6th, 2008|10:44 am] |
Poison courses through these veins, and until I realize I'm not dying, will I realize I'm the host.
I spread the poison far and wide, it is my future, it is my destiny.
If only the poison killed me as it it did him.
Or her. Or him. Or him. Or her... Them.
"Sorry doesn't cut it Princess."
Apparently not.
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