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FRUSTRATIONI am a martyr of love. I am the casualty of infatuation, stood on by the conquering beast: woman. Love is not a dream, which is widely speculated, bur rather a war for obtaining one. You feminine demons, you gore me. You pierce my heart and carry its torn, still-beating remnants to the fires of hell itself. I try to admire one of you, but you all as a stampede through me, leaving me behind: bloodied, pierced, torn, broken, and dead. Even after your attack, I crawl onto the dream of love, scraping my body across the jagged field. Your beasts catch onto my state, yourFRUSTRATION
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RatWrangler
<:3 )~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~RATS!
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love, GOD
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love, GOD
hope i don't piss off too many people
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