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Friday, October 26, 2001
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I brought this upon myself, so it shouldn't hurt so much, right? I'm not asking for much, though: the truth, or at least a good explanation. I don't deserve this kind of treatment. Right now, the blood running through my veins is a rainbow of colors: the deep purple of anger, bright green with jealousy, icy blue in hatred. A few words - again, the truth - is all it would take to change it back to the bright red of life.
- Lizzardie, at 8:22 AM
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