- There's so many ways that you could die. But some thing simole is the most high. You fill it coming, easing on. Until you slip and then your gone.
- by twilightnerd96 |
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- | Submitted on 08/06/2009 |
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- Title: Death
- Artist: twilightnerd96
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- Date: 08/06/2009
- Tags: death
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