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Dec 2015
I hate this home
Let's watch it burn

Put torches to it
Now it's your turn

Grab some gasoline
And a breathable mask

Let's burn down this home
And make sure the fire lasts
This is what happens when you have to live with your parents.  Yes, I know these are terrible evil thoughts, and I'm sorry.  I hate this place.
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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