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I am a Deviously Deviant
theforsaken89
19/Male/United States
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Last Visit: 72 weeks ago
Chris Shreeve
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"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
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Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd
In these times of doing what you're told
You keep these feelings, no one knows
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while
In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else
There's a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
[CHORUS]
Everyone's pointing their fingers
Always condemning me
And nobody knows what I believe
I believe
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trapped in a gaze where time stand still
connected to a blur sensations deformed
we are to drown just to become
another set of eyes among the millions
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trapped in a gaze where time stand still
connected to a blur sensations deformed
we are to drown just to become
another set of eyes among the millions
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trapped in a gaze where time stand still
connected to a blur sensations deformed
we are to drown just to become
another set of eyes among the millions
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trapped in a gaze where time stand still
connected to a blur sensations deformed
we are to drown just to become
another set of eyes among the millions
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