she is made of cigarettes and magic - Afflicted

she is made of cigarettes and magic - Afflicted

There are only precious minutes br when you are trying to save a life. br br I think that it's time to br call it br because this choreographed br circus br is obviously accomplishing br nothing. br br It was doomed br even before br the lifesquad came screeching in with lights and sirens. br Really, it was before the ambulance was br even called, br br because you can't save the br acardic.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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