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the thought of you grips onto my skull and leaves signatures in blood to make sure i suffer for the rest of my days
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Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
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the thought of you grips onto my skull and leaves signatures in blood to make sure i suffer for the rest of my days
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Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
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