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Somehow, it convinces you to swallow a constant flow of molten tar, soon to blacken the pink matter that resides in you, eventually oozing through the pores of your paper-thin skin – and once you finally unlock your jaws to scream, The ones you thought would save you shove it back down your throat with laughter.
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Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
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Somehow, it convinces you to swallow a constant flow of molten tar, soon to blacken the pink matter that resides in you, eventually oozing through the pores of your paper-thin skin – and once you finally unlock your jaws to scream, The ones you thought would save you shove it back down your throat with laughter.
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Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
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