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From: zwabolo
Subject: Poems of pain...
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Innocently thought that i was invinsible and out came the Ripper from the shadows of a room where the only source of light was a smal crack somewhere above my head,with his scythe in his left and with one slush he rippes my soul out painful it was but free i felt from a body that rejects me.
28.01.10 - 03:25am
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