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 A murder he wrote.
I just thought you should know That your knife feels like a tickle in my back.
Your heart unable to love something so pure. 
Its time to embark on a new adventure into the abyss of fervor.
Just a look makes me feel repugnant.

i think its time for a stiff drink and a shotgun and i got both.
Wheres the gore from all this action?
Play with me like a barbie then toss me away for a teddy bear.

Hey maybe he can fuck her. Backseat love. such a romantic sight to see.
closeted love in april. maybe by july she'll get tired.
    Posted by DANCEmaygenDANCE on 2007-11-05 13:38:36 | Rating: | Views: 57
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DANCEmaygenDANCE
Seymour, Texas, United States

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