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Sep 2014
You don't want to mess with me
Because I'll mess back and I don't play around
I'm one tough *******
I'll take you down

The streets are my home
My fists are my tools
Guns are for pansies
Knives are for fools

My anger empowers me
To do as I please
With my bare hands
I'll rip out your knees

Spineless vertebrae fear me
For I am the reaper
Of all that is evil
Inside of all people

I fear no human
I eat them alive
The gutters and sewers
Are where I like to hide

I'll sneak in to your home
Rip up your wife
Flee, mortal
I’ve come for your life
Silent Deprecation
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Silent Deprecation  26/Genderqueer
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   Layla Thurman
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