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i think bout it some times the urge is there the blood red liqud it dires from blue to red to dark red brown. people in this world sick and twisted no clue what other go threw beatings, yelling, drugs, cuts, more drugs , more fake smiles the purge, the beast, nobody knows there was no beauty in the beast. im tired of anger, im tired of pain, tired of the besat just exsploding out
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
Sick and Twisted
i think bout it some times the urge is there the blood red liqud it dires from blue to red to dark red brown. people in this world sick and twisted no clue what other go threw beatings, yelling, drugs, cuts, more drugs , more fake smiles the purge, the beast, nobody knows there was no beauty in the beast. im tired of anger, im tired of pain, tired of the besat just exsploding out
Trina
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
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