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#42972
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Natsunaine
Your Friendly Neighborhood Lurker
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A gingerman sits in his gingerbread house, Is he made of house, or is his house made of flesh. He screams for he does not know.
"Cause I've been falling apart in the pouring rain"
"I'm waging war on myself. A captive causality"
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"Traded a merciful heart for a murderer�s brain
But now I curse what's in my head
Because I can't stop seeing red"
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Posted 07-22-2017, 04:41 PM
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