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Her words stabbed me, her shivery frosted words, gouged my  eyes out, scooped them out with the grace of an armless ***** on steroids and spilled my guts on the ground. Then she left me to die in the desert of forgottenness.Where the scavengers stripped me to the bone and the sun bleached moon, gazed upon my essence then drank deep and loud. My mind is now vulcanized. my mind has been treated with sulfur to enhance it's durability. So, you can stretch it, and say what you want baby cos I don't give a ****
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Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
IS LOVE PSYCHOLOGICAL ?
Her words stabbed me, her shivery frosted words, gouged my  eyes out, scooped them out with the grace of an armless ***** on steroids and spilled my guts on the ground. Then she left me to die in the desert of forgottenness.Where the scavengers stripped me to the bone and the sun bleached moon, gazed upon my essence then drank deep and loud. My mind is now vulcanized. my mind has been treated with sulfur to enhance it's durability. So, you can stretch it, and say what you want baby cos I don't give a ****
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Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
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