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Jan 2015
No matter how many times
you wash your hands,
They'll always be *****
with the blood of the innocent.
It's all about power,
You like control.
Vultures like you,
Picking on the weak.
Hit me when I'm already bleeding.
I know you take joy
in watching people break.
whatever.
Liz And Lilacs
Written by
Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
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