

Forgotten...Abandoned in a silent grave I dwell... Staring into darkness with lifeless eyes forlorn of hope... Chained to solitariness... With despair in my soul I'm wrapped in obscurity... As no one hears my cries, forgotten I shall be... For all eternity... Embraced in darkness, I am lost in a silent void... Lying in a cold grave, once mourned... Now... forgotten...Forgotten...
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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"And it's crowded and cold in my secret life..."
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Caresse-moi d'une main
Torture-moi de l'autre,
Fais-moi expier ma faute...
L'enfer où tu ira, j'irai aussi
Et ce sera mon paradis...
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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sIradan bir kac cumle [link]
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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How to become immortal: Read this again tomorrow and follow its advice.
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"to get squares, you gotta give squares" (Robert Fischer)
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
--
Caresse-moi d'une main
Torture-moi de l'autre,
Fais-moi expier ma faute...
L'enfer où tu ira, j'irai aussi
Et ce sera mon paradis...
Admin of *Brasov
DAA Registered Visitor #265
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