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The quiet cold of late November

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Friends only [Dec. 9th, 2007|02:31 am]
[mood |bored]
[music |Highway to Hell by AC/DC]

"On that bleak track see the sun is gone again, the tears were pouring down her face. She was crying and crying for a girl who died so many years before. Charlotte sometimes crying for herself. Charlotte sometimes dreams a wall around herself but it's always with love, with so much love it looks like everything else of Charlotte sometimes. So far away glass sealed and pretty Charlotte sometimes."
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