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I exclude light and wash my hands of you. By larger being devoured, leaving only me to improve. | | Weep. Don't fucking weep. Your weak eyes cry tears of the week. Weep. Catch up with the sheep. It's a sacrilegious ceremony. New flavor of the week. | Nothing's sacred in the faces of the soulless (that you're made into) . You're raptured by a guilty stifle down. | | ...And what I'll do is mess you up and lie to you. Look at you You know it's true. It's a field trip to Hollywood Babylon. But I'm not coming. No. |
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I SAW YOU LIKE LAST WEEKEND BI***.
is there a version of "Siberian Kiss" that ISNT live?