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Bumps of ketamine. Go to bed real late. It’s not what it seems, Hell is a soulmate.   Vodka made of tears,
  My Love he makes me the happiest, but he also causes me so much pain I wish I never met him, but I also want to be held in his strong arms My Love he is full of rage, but he is also so senistive
She held him tightly as she bled A gushing pool of crimson red. He cried out, “How can this be? “Why must she be down, and why not me?” Her wedding dress was now drenched,
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