Dying
Like a chilean child, whisper in the night.
Sick foul language.
Beer follies, and laughter at the sluttiness.
I love her.
I died die for her.
Just wishing I would die instead of you.
Who is this ? ? ?
Sick foul language.
Beer follies, and laughter at the sluttiness.
I love her.
I died die for her.
Just wishing I would die instead of you.
Who is this ? ? ?

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