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By Pyro-Knyght{J}

i cant bare to go on with this gentle smokeing gun its like the barrel is my only hope and what i do cant be un done i want so bad to end it to just be past all this mess but every time i take a step away i feel that much less you seem to have that skill indeed you creep in so well too bad that ive been down that road, ive already been through hell ive seen all that i need to see to judge enough right now dont look at me and think i dont know or how did i find out

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