You put me in a black refuge bag
Then dumped me out with the trash.
Like a piece of *******
My heads an open ****
I don’t know where my limbs are?
They seem to be missing?
The last thing l remember was the kissing.
The forensic report was very Damning.
I was number 3
When will the killing end!
You’ll do this again so don’t pretend…
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 7:10 AM UTC
You put me in a black refuge bag
Then dumped me out with the trash.
Like a piece of *******
My heads an open ****
I don’t know where my limbs are?
They seem to be missing?
The last thing l remember was the kissing.
The forensic report was very Damning.
I was number 3
When will the killing end!
You’ll do this again so don’t pretend…
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