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she is siting in the rain picking her brain.her fingers filthy with anguish halucinates when no one understands. she has sunked her self in alcohol to sedate, yet feels incomplete her euphoria is being invaded by crawling magets of deceive.    she cries a puddle and grabes a shoval. it rains like god's tears and facing your worst fear. shoval into the grown her frow now a smile an evil grim a demon within to be exact.grave is almost done why dont you drink some more!throw in the corpse!no remorse! unplug the conections you have killed before