

A Taste of PoisonHave a taste,A Taste of Poison
It's only poison.
A sip, a drip, A touch on your tounge.
Oh no, You're done.
Darkness falls upon your eyes. Everything is new, Yet it's all just the same.
Something's shining, Something's shining.
A flicker of light, Where did it come from, Where did it go?
Glance up into the face of death, Chills run down the spine.
Sythe he holds, While he molds.
Grasping at the throat. Clawing in the skin.
Flying colors.
Spinning voices.
Can
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Toki: Oooooo what\'s this place called?
Skwissgaar: This is called, I believes, food libraries...
Pickles: It\'s called a grocery store, you douche bags!
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Resentment is like swallowing poison and waiting for the other person to die.
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hope you understand me...
ech, I don't know English very well...
sorry.
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Resentment is like swallowing poison and waiting for the other person to die.
thanx, thats my sketch ^^
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hope you understand me...
ech, I don't know English very well...
sorry.
RG club --> [link]
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Resentment is like swallowing poison and waiting for the other person to die.
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hope you understand me...
ech, I don't know English very well...
sorry.
RG club --> [link]
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