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Feb 2018
Cold tongue, pierces like a knife through

Cold hands, blood on them too

Cold heart, no limits to ones evil acts

But if only you had a cold mind too,
maybe you wouldn't be the master in your twisted game of two

Many would have been saved from you..
To all the victims that have suffered unspeakable lengths of evil/malicious intentions, acts and manipulation from someone else, in more ways than one.
Rone Selim
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Rone Selim  29/F/Finland
(29/F/Finland)   
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     Rizzwann, --- and Traveler
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