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Mar 2017
Because im all flaws flaws flaws and all messed up messed up messed up my body is made from an unreal substance i peel it off and break my fingers in a million pieces there is all black black black inside im rotting away till the wind will eat me and put me in lungs of others where i will destroy destroy destroy because thats what im good at.
Tanith
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