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Originally Posted by big baby
do or die. christmas eves chicken bouillon mixed up with croutons. yeah, you know why. picture framed. it's the same as confusing suicide and selfishness. who could not be helped with it, who survived the penitence. penchant for survival, the menace with a smile, attempting to be guile to accept the inner fire
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Stick a fork in 'em, Kevorkian. Spoon fed torture's bliss as courtship. Kiss
a bruised mess with thorny lips and soothed breath.
Self harm's a self guard. These winces are outlets.
Embrace what's in pain. No living without it.
He a cynic? I doubt it. Sentence decisions are brimming with Faust sense.