Mary Anne wanna die.

The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older. Shorter breath and one day closer to Death.

sábado, 3 de julho de 2010

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Anne: "And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming. And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted--- nevermore!"

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