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Wrath
Wild days grow...
Really my obsession led to my physical depression.
And on cold days lead me to throw the knife away.
The warm days are slow and painful days where I let the blood flow as a riverbed on a violent day.
Hate, is one thing, well the last thing on my mind so I'll let you know when I'm done with you, you will feel my wrath!
Really my obsession led to my physical depression.
And on cold days lead me to throw the knife away.
The warm days are slow and painful days where I let the blood flow as a riverbed on a violent day.
Hate, is one thing, well the last thing on my mind so I'll let you know when I'm done with you, you will feel my wrath!
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