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Slipping, Sliding, through my fingers. You slowly fall and melt on the floor. The stain you leave only enrages me more. So I scoop you up for another round. Let’s go at it again. Just one more time. I need the satisfaction of winning. God, I hate you, You and all your kind. yllej, yllej, yllej. |
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