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the boy from judecca
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you're porcelain promises wear with age. it's getting hard to breathe. when you hold my head under. the stage is set for a... tragedy... my eyes are closed... i won't stand... I won't stand in the way my eyes are closed... my eyes are closed. the cold steel feels good in my back...
broken hearts. broken promises.
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