Because you've wounded me so deeply I will stab your heart in turn. By this you will know: I love you.
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Sick, lonely, limping, sick sick sick, half-delirious, vomiting, sick sick siiiiiiiiiiiiiiickkkkkkkkkk--
I think I should go draw. Then sleep.
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Gaiz, Paraluman submission guidelines up, plz looky and posty. Mwah.
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