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Livin' the stereotype
I'm wearing a black t-shirt with skulls on it, smoking a clove cigarette and listening to Nightwish. At midnight. In the dark.
My soul bleeds bloody black blood, sliced by the wings of a million obsidian butterflies. Butterflies of *darkness*.
My soul bleeds bloody black blood, sliced by the wings of a million obsidian butterflies. Butterflies of *darkness*.
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A man who goes by the name of THE DARK POET.
I came back to LJ, just for this moment.
The moment when you suck it.