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Aug 2012
An arms length from the abyss,
Lean forward, and I cease to exist.
I look down below and see the river Styx,
Fed by the blood of a billion slit wrists.
I reach down, and undo my zip.
This is as good a spot as any to take a ****.

The Devil's been ******* on me my whole life, it's time he got his.
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The Darkness
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The Darkness
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