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01-24-2014, 02:41 AM
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MY life was in a perpetual ESTATE of Unrest/
How i pretended that i longed for a bosumus breast/ Hiding my anger, the cloak and the dagger/ All along I dreamt of being a fabled tea-bagger/ I can kill you in game, but i cant kill the pain/ Illuminated like a black lite does to a jizz stain/ But the once closed closet door, is finnaly opening/ MY new life.... Loading..... Loading..... | ||
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