drowned in sin

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I have three ropes Holding me down About to go in A lake & drown   At the end of these ropes Are three red bricks If I were to cut a rope
STOP please...I beg you just stop You're trampling on my purity...it's all that I've got The whispers The lies Vicious Wolves in disguise The images The privileges....taken
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