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Jan 22
Stop looking at me like that,
with pity in your glassy dead eyes.
all I am to you is a tragedy, right?
Stop it.
Stop ******* looking at me like that.
Do you hear me?

I will break you with my bloodstained teeth.
Twisted Poet
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Twisted Poet  16/F/New Zealand
(16/F/New Zealand)   
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     Lyle, rick and Twisted Poet
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