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Methanol You were my first secret handshake but handshakes are history, why should I befriend a snake, when I could avoid the misery? I'm not imploding from the pain of having no real closure, no need for guilt to build my heart a terrain over your lack of composure. The smiles you saw after I pulled the trigger, after my deed, were a symptom of no remorse, no blister for plucking power out of a ****
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC
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Methanol You were my first secret handshake but handshakes are history, why should I befriend a snake, when I could avoid the misery? I'm not imploding from the pain of having no real closure, no need for guilt to build my heart a terrain over your lack of composure. The smiles you saw after I pulled the trigger, after my deed, were a symptom of no remorse, no blister for plucking power out of a ****
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Jan 6, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC
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