June 2011
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it's just only hate, ever. I am so tired
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“To think that you are gone, over the crest of the hills,
As the Moon passed...”
– “Elegy For A Dead Witch”, Doreen Valiente
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“It’s a place where our wish will be granted
Come, you’ll see...”
– Epica “Sancta Terra”
“It’s a place where a wish will be granted
Come, you’ll see...”
– Epica “Sancta Terra”
