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Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner

I guess they got what they wanted, to be under my skin for the rest of my life, to be my reason to stop and think before eating. I guess they got what they wanted, me to kill myself for sport. I guess they got what they wanted.

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Published: Aug 25, 2015
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