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page eighteen
0 Reviews(Febuary /06) On the eighteenth page of my second-half-of-grade-eight notebook, waaay at the bottom.
of your DISGUISE
these masks they WON'T COME OFF
these tears are
NOT ENOUGH you still need
to hear the CRIES the sugary
screams of DEMISE innocent blood
your candy METH
getyourFCUKINGbaggageoffmygoddamnedCHEST