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The Crow
I cry, I cry to get the pain out, my life is bout the suffering you made me. what you did in front of me, your the fiend everyone talks about. I take a walk every night, too keep you out of my mind. what you did, i will NEVER forgive you, you lucky bastard. its such a hastard to clean the mess you, if i could i wish i could call you names! i want you to suffer like i did, i cry to keep you out my mind. your the crow, and i am your prey.
