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Shore Whore
Destiny never existed, only egotism and vengence are reality. A blood stain left at the crime scene, your life is dead, full of shame. Short lived, forgotten when dead. Meek and shallow, fucking worthless. Disdained, pleasure comes from pain. Psychotic from the fading fame. Shore whore clawing the painted flesh of the youth. Cultivating a new breed of slut.
Published 10th Apr 2013
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