" the boy with the thorn in his side. behind the hatred there lies. a murderous desire for love. how can they look into my eyes? and still they dont believe me? how can they hear me say those words? still they dont believe me? and if they dont believe me now. will they ever believe me? and if they dont believe me now. will they ever, they ever, believe me? ohh..."
nods to atelier and you have been here sometime.
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