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Dec 2018
Hey staan stil vir een sekonde. Mamma kyk na my wonde
Dis nie wonde nie my kind
Jy mag dalk net so **** maar
Baie meer het al baie meer verloor
As ek haar meer kon mis.
Het ek gedisintegreer.

Hey, stand still for a second
Mom looks at my wounds
It's doesn't hurt my child
You may just think so
Many more have lost much more
If I could miss her more


Did I disintegrate.
The Noose
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The Noose  32/F/Standing on the gallows
(32/F/Standing on the gallows)   
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       Timothy, Fawn, Emmanuella, Meadow and Harley Hucof
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