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my skin is splintered, it's not the wood inside of me. maybe's are seeping through my heart holes. all form is out to play, I'm on the 19th hole of destruction.
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Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
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my skin is splintered, it's not the wood inside of me. maybe's are seeping through my heart holes. all form is out to play, I'm on the 19th hole of destruction.
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Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
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