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There hangs a cross in my room, of wire, shoe polish, and of you. A heavenly sign sent from above, it brought life and it brought love. There hangs a cross in my room, of wire, shoe polish, and of you. An ungodly sign with a history of blood that now brings death and now brings a grudge.
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cor13ne
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Dec 14, 2014
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#love#sad#depression#god#loss#grudge
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