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bloody portrait

your colorful portrait is the door to my orbit, please love me when the rain is pouring, i thought id never seen the day that i am touring... , through your mind and through your vines , closed eyes when birds fly. birds burn , now opened eyes, look behind my portrait it was all lies... ,

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Date: 1/18/2018 9:45:00 PM
Davontay, Pain can come in many ways.
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