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| sunken eyes and rabid head. fuck you baby, you think i'm dead. look in the mirror and what do you see. you don't like it but it's me. your d.o.a. you should have got out while you could. before the rot set in for good. your locked in, you gone too far. there's no escape from what you are. your d.o.a. |
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