| my eyes are blind but i can see the snowflakes glisen on the trees, the sun nolonger sets me free , i feel theres no place freezing me hate keeps me going |
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| humanity is to smart for our own good, expect the worst |
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| die for anyone WHAT HAVE I BECOME!!!!!!!! |
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| At fate which condems me to wallow in blood, has also denied me the joys of the flesh. This face the infection that poisens our love, this face which earned a mothers fear and loathing, a mask my first unfeeling scrap of clothing. Pity comes to late turn around and face your fate an enternity of this before your eyes |
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| Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
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