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Lying is a skill like anything else; And its one she flaunts around behind her innocence. She jumps from suitor to suitor draining every benefit Possible until she's satisfied,or until she's made. Pleading the damsel in distress card, she always attains What she desires. She's a tornado; Selfishly destroying everything around her in a fit of Rage, she tires out into a corpse.
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Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC
The Corpse With Gusto
Lying is a skill like anything else; And its one she flaunts around behind her innocence. She jumps from suitor to suitor draining every benefit Possible until she's satisfied,or until she's made. Pleading the damsel in distress card, she always attains What she desires. She's a tornado; Selfishly destroying everything around her in a fit of Rage, she tires out into a corpse.
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Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC
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