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A vicious ******* in the dark, alone. Soon a supper, perhaps. Nice tasting ***** around the bones, First, a need to chew through that. A vicious ******* in the cafe, beside you, Near the window, near the door, Wants to put something inside you, leave you bleeding on the floor. A vicious ******* in the office, Near the cube, near the booth, Offering to bring you coffee, Stick his **** in, break the tooth. Vicious bastars all of them, Waiting, polishing their guns, Some are family, some are friends, All are close, and you should run.
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 8:25 AM UTC
Vicious
A vicious ******* in the dark, alone. Soon a supper, perhaps. Nice tasting ***** around the bones, First, a need to chew through that. A vicious ******* in the cafe, beside you, Near the window, near the door, Wants to put something inside you, leave you bleeding on the floor. A vicious ******* in the office, Near the cube, near the booth, Offering to bring you coffee, Stick his **** in, break the tooth. Vicious bastars all of them, Waiting, polishing their guns, Some are family, some are friends, All are close, and you should run.
A pesimistic outlook on life where you're surrounded by people who mean to use you on every step.
chrisNoir
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 8:25 AM UTC
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