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whenever i walk around I usually have a knife on me. but if the dude had the knife up to my throat screaming for my money, i'd give it to him. hes gotta turn his back and try to get away.... you can always stab the bitch in the back or at least try to.
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Often times I wonder why
There's love and hate, theres live or die.
When sickness comes I must decide:
When feelings go, theres suicide.
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