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Mine is the life of a chew toy in a kennel. Rubber skin covered in Spit From the ravenous dogs trying to Rip me apart. But I’m made for the abuse And the ******* biting will be long Dead Before my skin cracks and colors fade
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Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 8:39 AM UTC
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Mine is the life of a chew toy in a kennel. Rubber skin covered in Spit From the ravenous dogs trying to Rip me apart. But I’m made for the abuse And the ******* biting will be long Dead Before my skin cracks and colors fade
Zarathustra
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38/M/Virginia
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 8:39 AM UTC
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