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Oct 2016
nothing is formed until it suffers
tree *****, car exhaust
even darwin was a mouth breather
nobody is ever done playing dead
some are never ready to be anything but
i was born to be a coffin
as long as i'm alive ima die baby
Written by
spacedrunk  18/th ringz of saturn
(18/th ringz of saturn)   
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