17-08-2007, 04:22 PM
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#66
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Join Date: Aug 2007
Location: Newcastle, UK
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Notebook
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Well content loves the silence, It thrives in the dark,
With fine winding tendrils, That strangle the heart,
They say that promises sweeten the blow, But I don't need them,
No, I don't need them...
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