face paint, jeans and t shirt camouflage. going out these days is like marching into battle. gun between my tits and a knife in my brain. someone cried out the other night, asking where all the sympathetic souls had gone, and then the demons bared their teeth in a roaring silent laugh. someone's going to make the call, but everybody is too busy to
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only 6 days till i can hold your hand!
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