melissa-heinrichsWhisper

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une fille perduehey god, its me again / i'm lying here, on my deathbed. / so listen close, to what i have to say,

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to assissinate the assissinator.what ever happened to originality? the way were living is pure brutality. / trying to find ourselves in a world thats so broken, where no one really listens to the words being spoken. / were all clones of societys creation, waiting on the world to change, but no ones vouching for retaliation.

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