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tell them how I felt like a car crash, be broken glassed, be splintered, whisper how you trod on my intention and felt your metatarsals scream my name, be tibia, be fibula, be fracture, be cast, be recovery and deterioration, remission and the carcinogenic, **** me, **** me, **** me, until my initials rot in your bone marrow.
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
Bone Silence Pt. II
tell them how I felt like a car crash, be broken glassed, be splintered, whisper how you trod on my intention and felt your metatarsals scream my name, be tibia, be fibula, be fracture, be cast, be recovery and deterioration, remission and the carcinogenic, **** me, **** me, **** me, until my initials rot in your bone marrow.
deanvictor
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
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