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When they do your Autopsy I just hope that the Pathologist feels Every waund I inflict on you With my ice axe Being hacked to death Your immorality Will be the death If you Darling.
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 7:04 PM UTC
Your Autopsy
When they do your Autopsy I just hope that the Pathologist feels Every waund I inflict on you With my ice axe Being hacked to death Your immorality Will be the death If you Darling.
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29/F/Almonte
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 7:04 PM UTC
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