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Aug 2013
*** is a weapon
and I
I am a gunslinger
an assassin
the abuser
the abused
**** the anger out of me
flesh in my nails, down your back
that look in your eye
I know I made it so
I control it
control
control
lock and load
****
so simple
you are all so simple
tic tic tic
I know what makes you tic
pull the trigger, pull the clip
all the same
and can all be ruled by
one
weapon
****
you make me sick
8/29/13
Tana Marie B
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Tana Marie B
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   ---, Melanie Anne Paulos, --- and dk
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