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He was like no other The small things that made me happy Didn't matter to him What really mattered was the poison that tainted his veins It ****** the life out of him And made him deranged
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Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
Deranged
He was like no other The small things that made me happy Didn't matter to him What really mattered was the poison that tainted his veins It ****** the life out of him And made him deranged
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Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
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