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I don’t know why I beat the s**t out of him. I don’t know
why I enjoyed seeing half of his face smashed on the floor. The sprinkles o..
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awful?
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This is the 343rd day I have seen you,this is the 7238th day I have lived,I do not care for you,and you do not care for me,and we do not know each oth..
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Jack, my dear, wont you come here,and save me from my death,As the Queen of Hearts has threatened me,that when I die she'll claim her prize; thee,and ..
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A bleach light, the blackest cat,a rusted rail on an empty pier,and a dated sign, too dark to read,the foggy words in the salty sea,And that paper hat..
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Come on howling gale, blow our brittle bones southThe draught lingers salt and sand which stings our bleachy eyesFallen boughs and crooked wings may k..
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