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The possessor of a weapon that kills all. Slashing the backs of those once loved. Leaving the innocent with open wounds. They do it with no regrets; it’s a mind game. Life to them is like an everyday mascaraed. There will be no peaceful revolution. Beware the backstabbers who slay the night.
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
Beware The Ones Who Slay The Night
The possessor of a weapon that kills all. Slashing the backs of those once loved. Leaving the innocent with open wounds. They do it with no regrets; it’s a mind game. Life to them is like an everyday mascaraed. There will be no peaceful revolution. Beware the backstabbers who slay the night.
*Wrote this during highschool. Shoutout to all the back stabbers, I forgive you know But this one is for you..*
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
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