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Life is like a box of chocolates and I'm diabetic.
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Does it?begrudgingIn this dark dungeonWhere time is forgottenRotten,In a sinful pit of my own self pityTrying to find a point, as I pace circles in th..
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Around the circle it bendsas it choosesIt comes and goes now and thenIt is clearly misplacedAdd to it nospace nor place for a face.I remember notthe e..
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"Your a Dick!"Choking monkey's fallTo places too dark and smallWonder if you'll callGotcha number,from the bathroom wall.Life is, but a boreas I nip a..
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She said she couldn't, that I was too little too late, but what is too late in a promise of forever? The reality is sin is waiting on the side. The tr..
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It started like any other day. I got up, went to the fridge, got some juice, fed the dogs, went downstairs to the basement and let the monster loose,..
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I want you to count back from three and then tell me what you see...3..2..1..
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"the bloodclot"
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Step one: Hurry! As you dart gay with glee straight to your local quicky mart. In this situation, dress attire does not matter. In fact, if you got th..
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The sky falls upon a departed day as the moon hushes the clouds away into a void of grey. The shovel fell down upon the moist ground as my head lay he..
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