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Jan 2020
C.H.O.K.E.
You can wear my hand as a necklace

I'll take it off once you're out of breath

I'll watch your face turn different colors

And watch you struggle to your death.
Written by
Bummer  17/My room
(17/My room)   
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     Wock Tof, Ithaca and R B M
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