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And as were falling down. And in this pool of blood.

From the razor to the rosary we can lose ourselves and paint these walls in pitchfork red.

All we are is bullets, I mean this. All we are is bullets.


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YNXOT

Report | 01/30/2008 2:26 pm

YNXOT

Ally what is up long time no talk

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" I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling."