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Jul 2010
you made my life vivid with music
now you don't n i lose it
you were my medicine when i got too sick
***** im the bomb n u defused it
my heart, you used it
**** your **** n i don't care if u excuse it
i don't give a **** nor two *****
****** ******* ***** n let my ooze spit
i ****** your mom for amusement. hehe
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Bradey Quintero
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