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Sep 2017
i was built fast and i built to last
get your finger and pop my ***
coming down from that last bean
when i wake up i start to fiend
**** my brains
melt my chains
i take this gun
i let it aim
dreams of death
bring out the best
cut my wrists
my brains possessed
Tyler Zuniga
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Tyler Zuniga  23/M/Oklahoma
(23/M/Oklahoma)   
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