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Closer
Contributed by
Nirvana12
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Friday, 11th August 2006 @ 11:25:13 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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I pour liquid sin down my throat everytime i get a chance, i have satan's herb stuffed in the pocket of my pants. Sucking cancer in my lungs with every burning breath. Everyday of my life I inch closer to death.
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Re: Closer
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by CaddishCut on
Friday, 11th August 2006 @ 05:51:52 PM AEST
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| Kudos! |
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Re: Closer
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by Alina on
Monday, 14th August 2006 @ 08:16:21 PM AEST
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I love it! You said everything that needed to be said with such few words! KUDOS!
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Re: Closer
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by RLSS on
Wednesday, 20th December 2006 @ 06:03:52 PM AEST
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| Short, but the rhythm comes out strong. Nice job. |
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