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May 2014
my lips had been kissed by the devil
and his poison had corrupted my heart
why did i have to talk to people
who would never understand
and the answer, he said, was that i didn't.
he said not to talk to anyone, and instead to return
to hell with him,
where i belong.
so with one shot fired,
i did.
Quiet
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Quiet  Behind You
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