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Miles go I seldom care. None cross the path fear is adrug I need to exist. The road my hunting ground night my world. In my view the lights a becon caliing the road holds no mercy. The weak shall be erased. Im a dealer in pain. Hell's highway calls me every mile is a battle of will. Do you know my name? speak it in fear of long nights traveling alone. Souls matter none for it's the flesh I yern to own.

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Published: Dec 18, 2010
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Notes: Remorse is a stranger to me.

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