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our sick minds, they get no sympathy. you can get caught in the civil war your mind wages against itself and emerge victorious night after night, who cares, no one's looking, you're not supposed to show off. but cry for three days straight and *everybody loses their **** i don't want to have this sick mind, i didn't ask for this sick life, i'd rather take it all and sell it to the devil.
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Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC
sick minds.
our sick minds, they get no sympathy. you can get caught in the civil war your mind wages against itself and emerge victorious night after night, who cares, no one's looking, you're not supposed to show off. but cry for three days straight and *everybody loses their **** i don't want to have this sick mind, i didn't ask for this sick life, i'd rather take it all and sell it to the devil.
since i'm destined for hell anyway, can i get home sooner? this living thing isn't really my thing.
sanchkay
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Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC
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