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I'm mad at you for not being happy. The creator angry at it's creation. You doomed yourself tasting the forbidden I warned against. Innocence lost. Those little hands and feet I washed with my kisses.
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Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 12:44 PM UTC
Mad at you
I'm mad at you for not being happy. The creator angry at it's creation. You doomed yourself tasting the forbidden I warned against. Innocence lost. Those little hands and feet I washed with my kisses.
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Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 12:44 PM UTC
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