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go find a hiding place while i hack up the pieces. falling off the deep end with bruised knuckles; skinned, bleedin. shove my hand in the bag we are keeping the matches, inhale the sulfur, then bathe in the ashes. the wolves are coming here baby youll want to hide soon. screams will be echoed, bouncing off the moon.
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Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 5:09 AM UTC
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go find a hiding place while i hack up the pieces. falling off the deep end with bruised knuckles; skinned, bleedin. shove my hand in the bag we are keeping the matches, inhale the sulfur, then bathe in the ashes. the wolves are coming here baby youll want to hide soon. screams will be echoed, bouncing off the moon.
calista-holden
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Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 5:09 AM UTC
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