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Curse

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Meandor117

Published: Apr 6, 2012

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Literature Text

There's a curse inside all
But there is a blessing as well
You have to find the right blessing
To make the curse go away

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I'm looking for that blessing still, and I hope many of you have found it

Small quote that came into my head when I listened to this song: [link] Not my fave by that band but inspiration comes from anywhere really

( My fave from PM: [link] ) :3

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luvserenity000

Apr 11, 2012

good job!

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