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Pick the bones And bones with a pick Strip the flesh You already took away the rest Heart is missing What's left of the brain is starting to mold over Fillings gone down the throat of a wild wolf 3 trees over Will someone find what's left of my dignity? Along with what's left of my reaching or ability? I don't know, to be perfectly frank This mauling left me broken Down like a 3rd world country, post meeting the tank
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Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
Pick the bones
Pick the bones And bones with a pick Strip the flesh You already took away the rest Heart is missing What's left of the brain is starting to mold over Fillings gone down the throat of a wild wolf 3 trees over Will someone find what's left of my dignity? Along with what's left of my reaching or ability? I don't know, to be perfectly frank This mauling left me broken Down like a 3rd world country, post meeting the tank
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Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
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