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[08 Dec 2008|10:08pm] |
It's days like these I wish I weren't so socially awkward.
So, have a poem.
Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
{I hate and I love. Why do I do it, you might ask?
I don't know, but I feel it happening to me and I'm burning up.}
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