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Betrayal

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Miss-sunshine-fairy

Published: Mar 16, 2010

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^{In her}hands ^{there is a}knife

^{In her}heart ^{there is}revenge

^{In her} tears ^{there is} sorrow

^{In her} eyes ^{there is} betrayal

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This is for RawEm0tion's theme of betrayal. It's small, smaller than usual, but i think it gets the point across.... and i tried playing with bold and italics and stuff so yeah... well enjoy ^.^

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Edit: OMG, COOL! The words have a wavy effect! messing around with stuff you don't know the meaning of FTW!!!
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