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Word fly like bullets do, Piercing the soul of thevictim that the weapon is aimed to, Death by verbal abuse, And there is no use For reconcill..

I wrote this a long time ago, but I really love my shoes.

So I inject it into my arm, And let it flow through my veins, Right up to my brain, Man this is the type of drug that make me f*****g go insane...

came up with this at 2 in the morning

Something I wrote a long time ago

I see stuff happen like this all the time.

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