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Words are the fiercest weapon. They tear and wound and leave no trace. And vanquish those who do not know… They were the target in the first place. But the deliverer of this syllable attack Is the one who suffers most. The deadly drip from a poisoned pen Will likely **** its host. For hate does grow…not fast or slow…but steady like a breath. The septic end of a ****** pen Will nick your soul to death.
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Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 12:16 PM UTC
"Et Tu Dule"
Words are the fiercest weapon. They tear and wound and leave no trace. And vanquish those who do not know… They were the target in the first place. But the deliverer of this syllable attack Is the one who suffers most. The deadly drip from a poisoned pen Will likely **** its host. For hate does grow…not fast or slow…but steady like a breath. The septic end of a ****** pen Will nick your soul to death.
I can't believe you bleeped out words like K + ILL and B + LOODY. Insert the blanks.
Sadacus
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Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 12:16 PM UTC
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