Pyrvm!ds (Princeton story)
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Last published Fri, Jun 13, 2014
How does it feel to burn in hell? Burn a throat? Burn in jail? How does it feel to never be loved? Always be touched? But not from the one? How can you tell if this is the path? Is this what you want? To drown what you have? They say Fame can change you. So is it really worth 'you'?
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