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Born Anyway
Head fucked
not literally, but may aswell be..
The amniotic fluid infested with an already de-graded life...
I'll be a reality soon, not that you'll care,
With your alcohol stained blood, fist stained face and motherless virtues...
I'd rather have been born to the devil,
At least i would have felt warmth, from the laughing, mocking flames,
Better than the laughing, m...
Tuesday 8th March 2011 3:35 pm
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