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Nov 2012
You're gonna be the death of me my friend.
By cuts or starvation I know I'll meet my end.
Bloodshot eyes and bloodstained tears,
It'll go on for years and years.

You'll be the death of me my friend.
Seduction your weapon,
I'll forget all the tension,
With you so close to me neck.

And I bet,
Soon enough,
I'll be dead.
But I want you to **** me.
Wuji
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Wuji
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