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Jun 2013
I thought things were going so well,
apparently not.
I thought I was so far from my hell,
apparently not;
It dwells behind my eyes.
I thought we were renewing the spell,
apparently not
I thought Times were going so well,
well, apparently not.

Oh, my folly!

I can only better myself if I just ******* do it.
Anubis the Philosomancer
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Anubis the Philosomancer  29/We're all a bit mad here.
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