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**** fur mother
help me to re-think my metal illness, my time is valuable to my sickness... a young boy holds the gun in his mouth, contemplating on how to stop thee pain. his mother is unju-lating ovid a dead priest sucking the life of a young grl wainting in the sun, panting on who beautiful the world is in the black moom lite, do we reallyl want any more slimy sluts of two yeRA OLD fetises on t6he threasheld of gods own love that we would ever want any thing more out of life, othe then glory of the metal kng of hate over the rainbow....shirleys home at 333 one halof of 6 and one half timeas...seaTTLE washington...
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