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Monday, August 28th, 2006 @ 3:50 pm | My Philosophy
The verse most notably distinguished from the sound of death is the one most recently spoken between thy filthy lips. And that is also known as the sound of one hand clapping. Also known as the droplet of blood from a vein of an innocent.
You may ask what I state and why I print this type about this non-paper, and you will know that my heart beats no less loud as the one deep within your breast. For this, you shall always be my greatest enemy, and my saddest friend. Like a lonely ice sphere floating about the heavens, we as one shall always be detached and separate. So, for true, we will never meet, and our souls to death from none be gone.
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