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clairamel

Dr. Labotomy, MDM
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Not Just High School Evil

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Not Just High School Evil

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Fettish for Blood

Bloody Girls

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Audrey Hepburn in -BlackWhite-

Beuaty Icons Collecton

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Rainy Day Fund One

Rainy Day Fund

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Literature

So You Can Thank Us In The End

You Can Thank Us In The End Can you live and die in front of a stage? On a stage? Can the pumping of the bass pump your blood? Sustain your body? We will let them own our thoughts Break our bones with sticks and rocks In front of their stage We will let them own our high Our limbs can still move under their influence So we can dance But we will try to stand still We'll destroy the floors instead Their mouthfuls crying in our heads Is this really how it feels? Dressed in another's skin and red high hells? We will let them leave us kicking We will let them take us screaming The stage is worth it Maybe what we really want is

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Literature

So You Can Thank Us In The End

You Can Thank Us In The End Can you live and die in front of a stage? On a stage? Can the pumping of the bass pump your blood? Sustain your body? We will let them own our thoughts Break our bones with sticks and rocks In front of their stage We will let them own our high Our limbs can still move under their influence So we can dance But we will try to stand still We'll destroy the floors instead Their mouthfuls crying in our heads Is this really how it feels? Dressed in another's skin and red high hells? We will let them leave us kicking We will let them take us screaming The stage is worth it Maybe what we really want is

Shitty Poetry

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Literature

Black Sheep Boy

Black Sheep Boy sleeps all alone In the burning City, still unknown. The doctor told me to forget all the pain The blood is just a side effect of the ever falling rain. When the bodies fall to the mouths of the gutter the stars fade to black the shattered pieces of my skull finally fade into the cracks They say the smoke is all it takes the tears will run the sun will fade But Black Sheep Boy won't hear a word six feet under charred and burned Cities are always empty now the hollow hearts will cheer and bow And someday we'll forget the pain, Black Sheep Boy says from under his bed, the blood is just a side eff

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