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If there is not a solution, a transfusion, a deliverance Then may Death’s sweet kiss deliver me from this. I will not be alive trapped in my mind: Hell is empty, they put the devils here For me to unwind.
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Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
The Tempest
If there is not a solution, a transfusion, a deliverance Then may Death’s sweet kiss deliver me from this. I will not be alive trapped in my mind: Hell is empty, they put the devils here For me to unwind.
Nestea
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Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
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