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dying fake hippie married never old ring woman

I'm nothing now. Just dying prey, watching the circling vultures fly slow circles around me. In the street below me walk people like I once did. I was something, I want to tell them, I was something too.All Rights Reserved

dying fake hippie married never old ring woman

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I was suppose to have been dead according to my headstone. As you can see though, that's not the case at all. I was murdered by an insane mad man, or werewolf if you want to be a prick. I don't want love or family, or anything of the sorts. Every breath I take, every moment that I'm walking this earth, every time I shoot down a worthless dog, is so I can come that much closer to killing him. I'm Alex and this my mission, my vendetta

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