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April 23rd, 2010
![[info]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif) deadliestsin | 06:02 am
"They can't hurt me." he said with a sort of confidence that comes from the knowledge of having done something over and over again. it's only half right, but in the end the truth. There is nothing in Heaven of Hell or on Earth that he had run into yet that could put him down for more than a few minuets.
Clearing his throat a bit, he draws in a breath and then says softly "Harmony.. I'm not.. normal.. either and really it doesn't matter to me. I don't understand the stigma.. people are people to me, y'know?"
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