The Edgy Teen
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This goes out to everyone like me who is EXTREMELY edgy. I guess one could say I enjoy knives, and games involving them *cough* 5 finger filet*cough* But is there an edgy teen who doesn't?
Anyway, this isn't at all true. I'm making this up as I go. I am however, edgy as hell.
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