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The Bled Swatting Flies With A Wrecking Ball

a seat in hell. Lets begin. You can shove glass down my throat. I need your fists against my flesh. That would move me an honest inch. I am through with

. Show me something real. You are nothing now without your friends. I'll cut you to ribbons. My favorite color of confetti. It's hard to threaten me with a