LoNeL!nEsS...ThE K!LlEr Of Fa!tH

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  1. i'm more like meAugust 1, 2008 at 10:39 AM

    omg, look at that ryme in ur about me, its amazing i dont think i could make anything that felt so idk the word 4 it, but its good!!!!!
    did u write it urself
    and what about those drawings r they urs

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  2. SkippyAugust 1, 2008 at 11:57 AM

    She looks like she's in timeout...it's good tho

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  3. Rose ValentineAugust 1, 2008 at 3:09 PM

    WOW!!

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  4. i'm more like meAugust 1, 2008 at 5:41 PM

    i love it, i cant draw 2day, but i can write poems, the artistic sides of my life are pulled out of a hat (not lieteraly, they just change everyday at random like rolling dice) every morning, 2day im a poet

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  5. AnonymousAugust 8, 2008 at 5:28 AM

    You don't have your comment thingie on your most recent post..so can't post a comment.

    Thank you for visiting my blog.

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