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Cover up the dry patches with an overbearing sense of religion kill your friends if thats what they're worth society makes you feel like a jerk children, whip them children, kill them take a minute to set a few things straight then i'm done and we can go out and play do the time that's time alone i don't need testosterone she said this is sick, i hate this shit the words fall on the floor turn away, from what is left and you come back for more From Letras Mania