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The line of fact and fiction's blurring to the point that you can't even tell What is real? What is false? What is anything at all? My favorite kind of living Hell

I ask him to tell me all his secrets
So I never come to disappoint
Pull his teeth
Prick his eyes
Make sure that he’s alive
Or Mabye rip out all his joints

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  idiotsndwich IS DEAD

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I agree

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