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soldier
Soldiers write the songs.








Hello. My name is Table and I've been found to exist in almost everywhere. Not that I have any sort of teleport-y power, no, no.
Sadly, I'm usually bullied by fellow students in school, no matter the age. Some of my corners would appear out of shape, and even my legs would feel either longer or shorter than the rest. But sometimes I enjoy being colorfully drawn on by them. Such young artists.

that soldiers sing.

January 2010


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Friday, January 1, 2010

just testing the posttttttt :>


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