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You loaded your gun with Ruin Pointed it at the crowd and found me Blame my luck, but you pulled the trigger. The scars you left on my body is lesser yet than the taste of your Ruin on my tongue. And I couldnt have asked for a better mentor to teach me the all the subtle intricacies of Hate. For everytime I am reminded of your taste I hate hate hate Hate Hate you Hate me HATE every single one like you and me. And with your gun you blew my soul to bits and left me in Ruin.
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Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 4:53 AM UTC
Armed with Ruin
You loaded your gun with Ruin Pointed it at the crowd and found me Blame my luck, but you pulled the trigger. The scars you left on my body is lesser yet than the taste of your Ruin on my tongue. And I couldnt have asked for a better mentor to teach me the all the subtle intricacies of Hate. For everytime I am reminded of your taste I hate hate hate Hate Hate you Hate me HATE every single one like you and me. And with your gun you blew my soul to bits and left me in Ruin.
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Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 4:53 AM UTC
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