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I Miss You...

Spazzbite

Published: Nov 14, 2004

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There's someone that I dearly miss in this world, and you probably will never guess who it is unless you know me REALLY well. I made this in memory of her (no, she's not dead).

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blackjay48

Jan 28, 2013

This is a beautiful green. (: The contrast between it and black and the three simple words made it even more wonderful.

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