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The Dark AngelA dark angel graces the sky his wings the essence of shimmering night long thick hair the color of ravens eyes.The Dark Angel
Come to me my love Hands open in appeal Love sparkling in endless black eyes.
In front of him is the object of his emotions Small and white Delicate and pure
She looks at him Two choices warring within her The open world of day Or the consuming land of night
The night is evil, But how can the angel of darkness be evil if he loves? For is love not an emotion of the light?
How can darknes
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this is what I want it to say on my gravestone.
Here lies Misa. Her heart was in the right place, but her foot was in her mouth and no one knows where her brain went.
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this is what I want it to say on my gravestone.
Here lies Misa. Her heart was in the right place, but her foot was in her mouth and no one knows where her brain went.
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this is what I want it to say on my gravestone.
Here lies Misa. Her heart was in the right place, but her foot was in her mouth and no one knows where her brain went.
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Im a lizard at heart.
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this is what I want it to say on my gravestone.
Here lies Misa. Her heart was in the right place, but her foot was in her mouth and no one knows where her brain went.
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DR4G0N 4 LIF3
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this is what I want it to say on my gravestone.
Here lies Misa. Her heart was in the right place, but her foot was in her mouth and no one knows where her brain went.
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We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.
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DR4G0N 4 LIF3
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