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Apr 2015
Death can speak every language, he also knows your favorite color of the sky. Death isn't just an eternal entity, he's a manipulated little **** that hasn't felt loved in quite some time. And so, he bothers you. He disturbs you every night. He's tempted to make you his possession. But he wants to make you suffer bit by bit before you're completely and utterly, his.
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   Brian Payamps
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