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Brooding in the night, the tearful creative soul paces painfully in her room, her door locked and her muse abandoned, writing from her empty and lost heart, she scrawls on a piece of paper and slips it under the door, the lamp light goes out and for another night we read the heart-felt pain of xXxdying_witout_lurvxXx, left here to see.

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