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Fat Kid Camp Razor Blades

regain consciousness.for your own good.it all comes, down.signing in red.a needle & thread.stitch a broken heart.his only friends are rusted razor blades

platinum stacks and death wax My torture chamber's filled with anger The executioner of Lucifer Swords chop razor sharp like the blade of Excalibur Slashing at your fat