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Mar 2012
if you we're really dead,
you would have seen the burning caterpillars,
become butterflies.
you're only living if you're seeing suffering.
death is merely a promise that everything works out in the end.

i was shooting for angels,
but i wound up hitting saints.
Sacrelicious
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Sacrelicious  31/M/Hell
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     Sacrelicious, victoria and Odi
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