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Don't Quit ************

I see you wallowing there in your pit of sin,

saying prayers to make things the way they had been.

You ******* joker, look around, what has changed?

You're the only ************ not playing the game.

I've only been here for a couple of days, and I read your ****

Fool, get back in the game. And stop complaining bout gifts.

I'll only tell you once sailor, then I'll go get my knife.

Don't quit ************ or I'll take your life!

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the-darkness
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Jun 23, 2012
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Get your head out of the grass.

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