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May 2016
He said he'd prefer a rifle, and **** pistols
I knew he meant it he didn't know he did
And partially blew up my heart
I'm not a deer in the woods
Jumping salmon
I don't wair neon orange
Hunting is not a sport
Nothing is not a sport
Don't you think anybody else has the capacity for pain as you do
Partially blew up my heart
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