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The bite of a cobra will not **** me. The lightning has yet to set fire to that tree. The ocean has yet to drown my frail soul. The ball has not been kicked into the goal. The sun still has yet to shine onto this impure soul of mine.
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
The Bite of A Cobra
The bite of a cobra will not **** me. The lightning has yet to set fire to that tree. The ocean has yet to drown my frail soul. The ball has not been kicked into the goal. The sun still has yet to shine onto this impure soul of mine.
KyrenV
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
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