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:: fxhnd. ::
"mourn not the loss of countless earnings nor the repeat of lives through burn leave not thy tears of yearning plans within others, the flow thus churn. heed not the words of a lover flowers rot unto heart stained blue fashioned the eyes of the fighter skin turned crust, stone upon steel thus grew." - 22/1/06 _ There is no pain. You will all soon see. Ya-hyya chaouhhada; Long live the fighters. _ spoken. at 6:46 PM |
"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."
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