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Apr 2016
One thing to remember:
I know your name.
I know everything about you.
I know your smoking habits,
drinking habits,
and I was forced to know your sleeping schedule.
You have the ***** to treat me the way you do?
You laugh when I beg for mercy?
Well, when I rise up like a GOD,
you will be the ******* begging for mercy.
Try me.
again.
Błeeding Dįamøndš
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Błeeding Dįamøndš  16/M/Denver, Colorado
(16/M/Denver, Colorado)   
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