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beat me up it's my pleasure I may stand up,dust myself off hate me it sharpens my will I entered the void, no more fear attack me I know, your woodenhead can't dance with my wit but don't forget can't stitch a brain
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Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
Defiance
beat me up it's my pleasure I may stand up,dust myself off hate me it sharpens my will I entered the void, no more fear attack me I know, your woodenhead can't dance with my wit but don't forget can't stitch a brain
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Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
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