Sweet Poison, Cold Revenge

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tolen overnight for a "$3,000

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the rumors, the shame –

that erased them from m

aughter' s fabricated ruin, orchestra

sed, only to realize, in that fleeting moment between life and oblivion,

hey stole everything: my future

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