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Jan 2017
Locked his self in his room
Electric lights like Mr.Doom
The voices getting louder
The boy is becoming consumed
The argument before is leaking threw the man after this will be nothing but a uncaring waiting for something to happen tomb..
As I lay dead of words that I told u in confidence I pick up the pieces of what I said...then again...
This is my end I will let my demon speak for u
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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   Glass and Eric Martin
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