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Dec 2016
Blind truth ****** knuckles the last smile I though was just is horsing around.

Why dose things seem to end with a fight at the end of the day.


Not enough pain killers of booz  will change the feeling of insanity in. The room .


Why don't we just play nice.


But knowing me the false leading became my fist hearing the deal out of all your bill **** fake lies.
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Vladimir s Krebs
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Vladimir s Krebs  23/M/Bethel park Pennsylvania
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