if
u
like n
.
those wounds
.
1 hope's
they salty
.
that'$
ALL U
+
.
not one'$
.
OUR fault
.
see
there are cLAWS
are ShArp +
Bleed
.
y0u 0ut
.
right quickly
.
down in the dumps
man
and
all pale and sic me
.
with the
.
kleenex and covers
.
and more
.
bottels of p00r me
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