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From the ***** of a saint , And the womb of a sinner Comes a natural born winner . Full of unrelenting hate For these pawns that surround her Drown her Leaning her to ask is it Abnormality or insanity ? That plagues her mind Cyanide dripped vanity Trying to hide her hate for humanity Ink screaming , "DONT TALK TO ME !" Blood singing for like minded beings , Loneliness doesn't even have a meaning . ™
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
Trephining
From the ***** of a saint , And the womb of a sinner Comes a natural born winner . Full of unrelenting hate For these pawns that surround her Drown her Leaning her to ask is it Abnormality or insanity ? That plagues her mind Cyanide dripped vanity Trying to hide her hate for humanity Ink screaming , "DONT TALK TO ME !" Blood singing for like minded beings , Loneliness doesn't even have a meaning . ™
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
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