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It is bliss, the suffering. Lamentations such as this end up smothering. The kid, the Christ, the ******* the confused. The unimaginable gift inside my head. The knife I lift will end you dead. The blood, the sorrow, the *** the end.
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Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
Paxil
It is bliss, the suffering. Lamentations such as this end up smothering. The kid, the Christ, the ******* the confused. The unimaginable gift inside my head. The knife I lift will end you dead. The blood, the sorrow, the *** the end.
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Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
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