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My Mind
My mind is full of nothing but blood and violence now i'm trying to focus on making money and getting diamonds. I don't give a fuck what people say in the end they'll be broke while i'll be getting paid. I'm trying to convince myself that money is more important than having my mind be completely distorted by, having thoughts of babies from the people I hate being brutally aborted. I'm trying to change my mind set but, its like asking an assassin to not be their next assignments cause of death. Just thinking about someone I hate crying because their bitch and un born son are slowly dying, this shit just makes me laugh, and have nothing, but non stop smiling. When people see the stuff I've done 911 is the number they'll be dialing
Published 25th Aug 2017
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