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87174
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take this blood from my veins and paint me a masterpiece that tells the
story of a parade. Kill their leader and watch his family die. The last man
standing is a joke in spite of the glorious head shots and 8x10's. the name
does not live on. (thats all you get fuckers)
Writing this letter to you, I slice my wrists by way of paper scars and picture frames of all you left behind. When white bleeds into red.
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