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That is so fucking goth, isn't it? Yes, I painted this stretched canvas with a big, ugly fan brush, a dirty sponge and a dead rose from my love. I was listening to Burnt Flowers Fallen (not on purpose...oh, isn't that kismet?). The only thing that I can add to make it more gothy is to say I used my tears caused by my lover. But the last part is not true, so screw it. It means nothing.
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