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12 August 2009
Bury all your secrets in my skin. Come away with innocence, and leave me with my sins. The air around me still feels like a cage And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again... and i
"We serial killers are your sons, we are your husbands, we are everywhere. And there will be more of your children dead tomorrow"
"You feel the last bit of breath leaving their body. You're looking into their eyes. A person in that situation is God!"
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