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I would like a tall glass of chlorine, to burn my insides clean, for they are far from pristine, they are sick and twisted and green, in this state I cannot be serene, so give me a glass of chlorine, to burn my insides clean. i would like a pack of c4, to blow down my inner door, and stomp in with guns blazing, each devilish thought i be razing, i should like a pack of c4, to demolish my inner door. I should like a bottle of hydrogen, to open in my mind, to leave it's burdens lighter, to make it's thoughts burn brighter, I should like a bottle of hydrogen, to make my burdens lighter.
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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 8:51 AM UTC
Chemistry
I would like a tall glass of chlorine, to burn my insides clean, for they are far from pristine, they are sick and twisted and green, in this state I cannot be serene, so give me a glass of chlorine, to burn my insides clean. i would like a pack of c4, to blow down my inner door, and stomp in with guns blazing, each devilish thought i be razing, i should like a pack of c4, to demolish my inner door. I should like a bottle of hydrogen, to open in my mind, to leave it's burdens lighter, to make it's thoughts burn brighter, I should like a bottle of hydrogen, to make my burdens lighter.
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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 8:51 AM UTC
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