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do not call me a liar when you're sailing your boat into vinegar seas because my knobby knees crushed you with ease and you cried "don't hurt me, please, please, please." i wanted you dead for all the wrong reasons i killed you with time through the four seasons there isn't anything more pleasing than your cotton mouth teasing my long hair breezing and you were sick with the flu, always sneezing, sneezing, sneezing. (a.m.c.)
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC
{sneezing, sneezing, sneezing}
do not call me a liar when you're sailing your boat into vinegar seas because my knobby knees crushed you with ease and you cried "don't hurt me, please, please, please." i wanted you dead for all the wrong reasons i killed you with time through the four seasons there isn't anything more pleasing than your cotton mouth teasing my long hair breezing and you were sick with the flu, always sneezing, sneezing, sneezing. (a.m.c.)
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Nov 28, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC
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