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| 08 Oct 2014 09:58 PM |
I was only nine years old, I loved Darude so much.
I had all Darude merchandise and music.
I prayed to Darude every night.
"Darude is love" I say, "Darude is life"
My Dad hears me and calls me a f*****.
I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to Darude.
I called him a C***.
He Hits me and sends me to sleep.
I'm crying now and my face hurts.
I lay in bed, it's really cold. I feel something warm.
It's Darude! I'm so happy.
He whispers in my ear "This is my Sandstorm."
He grabs me with his DJ hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I'm ready.
I spread my a** cheeks for Darude. He raves my b*******. It hurts so much, but I do it for Darude.
I can feel my butt tearing and my eyes start to water. I push against his techno, I want to please Darude.
He roars a mighty Roar as He fills my butt with love. My dad walks in.
Darude looks him straight in the eye and says, "Darude - Sandstorm."
Darude leaves through my window.
Darude is love. Darude is life.
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