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I reach out from the waters distilled A preacher just shot me My innereds aint thrilled I put out my hand and reach for my lord Two 45 bullets Then he was gone. Now the pain a feel its working real deep, am bleeding so bad am eternally leaked. I look up above the sun is real low, i say my fairwells and pleasantly go
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Dec 26, 2023
Dec 26, 2023 at 4:36 PM UTC
Gut shot
I reach out from the waters distilled A preacher just shot me My innereds aint thrilled I put out my hand and reach for my lord Two 45 bullets Then he was gone. Now the pain a feel its working real deep, am bleeding so bad am eternally leaked. I look up above the sun is real low, i say my fairwells and pleasantly go
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53/M/Scotland
Dec 26, 2023
Dec 26, 2023 at 4:36 PM UTC
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