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Feb 2023
To hell, I'll be your guide.
With weapons we fight,
at night.
Nowhere to run nor to hide.
Commit suicide.
If you want to ride.
With demons and ghosts.
I've seen **** the most.
Since teen hit and dosed.
Smear blood on my toast.
CursedIndigo
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CursedIndigo  32/M/Hell
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