Whatever
I feel like a bunch of nothing, but what can I say? Not that it matters. Not much on my mind worth mentioning, but so it goes. I just don't have much to say these days, but that's how it is.
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Even a man who is pure in heart
And says his prayers by night
May become a wolf when the wolfsbane blooms
And the moon is full and bright
And says his prayers by night
May become a wolf when the wolfsbane blooms
And the moon is full and bright
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