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By deception

sitting, thinking, feeling absolutely nothing. i am empty. i have no soul. i sold it, for 10 minutes of satsifaction. i will go striaght to hell. but dont worry, i will save you a seat.

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September 7, 2006 10:07User

Sounds like something to do with drugs..