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Blood drips from the ceiling, Blood sweats through the floor, Blood trails down the windows, Blood covers the door. And you mop up the  blood, Bucket after bucket, Til you just say, **** it." And leave.
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
Buckets
Blood drips from the ceiling, Blood sweats through the floor, Blood trails down the windows, Blood covers the door. And you mop up the  blood, Bucket after bucket, Til you just say, **** it." And leave.
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
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