Madness Is My Sickness
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Last published Fri, Oct 28, 2016
They call me Hell, because that's what they go through before they die, I'm a killer and i love it, i love seeing people cry in pain at least i did until i meet him, he was a present, they called him my son, i laughed at that, my whole word is turned upside down because of him.
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