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Mar 2012
When good people die they become Angels.
When bad people die they become Demons.
The Devil made me slit my wrists,
so when I'm on my way out.
I'll make sure to
slit
his
throat.
Are you going to do the same,
or are you going to keep
cutting?
Sacrelicious
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Sacrelicious  31/M/Hell
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