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Cant shake the vicious thoughts my mind procures. Death, misery, vengeance. The stench of blood fills the air. Loss of control, my mind murders for me,
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Aug 11, 2011
Aug 11, 2011 at 11:27 PM UTC
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Cant shake the vicious thoughts my mind procures. Death, misery, vengeance. The stench of blood fills the air. Loss of control, my mind murders for me,
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Aug 11, 2011
Aug 11, 2011 at 11:27 PM UTC
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