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81U
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| Joined: 11 Jan 2014 |
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| 29 Aug 2014 04:31 AM |
His palms are spaghetti, knees weak, arms spaghetti There's vomit on his spaghetti already: mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm spaghetti To drop spaghetti, but he keeps on spaghetti What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes spaghetti He opens his mouth but spaghetti won't come out He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now The spaghetti's run out, time's up, over - blaow! |
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| 29 Aug 2014 04:36 AM |
souls escaping through this hole that is gaping this world is mine for the taking make me king as we move toward a new world order a normal life is boring but superstardoms close to post mortem it only grows harder |
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| 29 Aug 2014 04:37 AM |
| 'It only grows harder' GG, |
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