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Apr 2016
oh ****.
i think I've done it.
I made the world come crashing down beneath my ankles.
You, my dear fellow are my vessel of hope,
Lets take this step by step.
I speak
you yell
you hit
you bite
you might
**** me,
please do.
i beggeth of you.
take e home *****!
But wait, i plead the fifth.
no no no
i dont want to die,
i dont know whats real
whats a lie.
but art though,
**** me now!
Błeeding Dįamøndš
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Błeeding Dįamøndš  16/M/Denver, Colorado
(16/M/Denver, Colorado)   
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