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The old liesI thought in my heart when I was young The books and the poets were lying; And the world was never half as bad And the wars worth half the cryingThe old lies
And the half that it hurt to be bought and sold Was the only half I knew -for it always happens to someone else until it happens to you.
Oh love, there is no pain like being known and not-known by strangers Who didn't know they hated you until they were told.
Give me the books we read as children; To suit my need I shall write this in; I will not bleed when you prick my skin and
by ~pavanalachrimae
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- Current Residence: Coventry
- Interests: Classical music, LARPs, doodling, cats, reading
- Favourite genre of music: Classical.
- Favourite poet or writer: It's a tie between Mary Renault and Ursula Le Guin. Maybe I should get them to fight each other
- Operating System: Windows "hahaha where's your manual reboot now" XP
- Favourite game: Fallout 3
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Tools of the Trade: Anything I can lay my grubby little hands on
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