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andyourmother2
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Mar 28, 2004 09:19
Come as you are. As I wished you to be. As your not. As a friend, as an enemy. Doused in mudd, served in bleach. Lighten up, blown out. Everythings nothing but a fucken memoria. Y juro que no tengo una pistola.
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