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My blood,   It boils. All sanity abandoned. All peace forgot. My blood,   It boils. What hope is there,   Of finding the truth? What's wrong? My blood,   It boils. What chance have I,   To find the problem? What's wrong? My blood,   It boils. What. What. Why. Who. How? All sanity abandoned. All peace forgot. What's wrong? My blood,   It boils.
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 5:06 AM UTC
My Blood
My blood,   It boils. All sanity abandoned. All peace forgot. My blood,   It boils. What hope is there,   Of finding the truth? What's wrong? My blood,   It boils. What chance have I,   To find the problem? What's wrong? My blood,   It boils. What. What. Why. Who. How? All sanity abandoned. All peace forgot. What's wrong? My blood,   It boils.
mira-hopean
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 5:06 AM UTC
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