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you are so far gone, that you might as well be six feet under... buried alive or only half alive and still buried... and i will spit snot on your grave, and clog my ears with dirt and flowers grown from your decay say one more word, and I might choke on your fire
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May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 6:33 AM UTC
decay
you are so far gone, that you might as well be six feet under... buried alive or only half alive and still buried... and i will spit snot on your grave, and clog my ears with dirt and flowers grown from your decay say one more word, and I might choke on your fire
I don't think fire fits but nothing else does either. I've been triggered so much lately I want to die
unlovedprincess
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May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 6:33 AM UTC
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