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Oct 2018
He is the way into the city of woe,
He sees all dark deeds
but doesn't care so.
He'll take me wherever
I've been sent to go,
But at least someone accepts my sorrow.

Over the cliff and down, down.
When there is no more descending.
Styx, Acheron, and Phlegethon are one now.
And the Lake is unending.

I'll see them all.
I'll see them all.
Passion Pete
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Passion Pete  24/M/Earth
(24/M/Earth)   
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   Raj Bhandari, Lyndsey and JL Smith
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