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My anger flares, I draw my weapon, And I pull the trigger, My words blow holes in your mentality. My vocabulary splatters your imagination on the ground. I take another breath, and reload, Preparing to fire again. Bang.
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC
Reload
My anger flares, I draw my weapon, And I pull the trigger, My words blow holes in your mentality. My vocabulary splatters your imagination on the ground. I take another breath, and reload, Preparing to fire again. Bang.
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC
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