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Feb 2015
I'll let them feast on my body
but until then I'm a godddamn vessel, there aint no stopping t he SKRAT

he's teething, a mice rodent, liking the thick cheese, and he's got a belly that never ACHES,

The SKRAT will scratch!!!

only so many ******* days to say what it is, that I wanted to SAY!!!

SKRATS don't breath, they teeth, and they scurry from burrow to burrow

dodging looks, dodging gifts1!+!!!!
Hurt LockerFeed Birds
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Hurt LockerFeed Birds  25/M/San Francisco
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