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Making my way in a world that tells me not to.

April 23, 2010

Kill Solo

His water like blood, infinitely childish
You're doing okay
Spending all the time with the revenants
You're going to die

Shave a little time off a mustache
You are left with a rage and a fear
But if you cannot brave the trust
You might as well be fucked
Posted by cardboardjesus at 1:38 AM

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