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my words (ok..eye stole them too) and a picture of somebody
these are my words eye was born a black crow on the 13th day of a scorpio moon in the foothills of the arkansas ozark mountains to my scottish irish parents dismay... they took me in nonetheless, fed me, clothed me, sent me to schools and tried to domesticate me...
eye attempted to live a normal life... finding employment,
but failed mostly and when eye
realized eye could
folks
what eye was doin (those is the folks that let you know you is doing something rite) eye knew this was an
for matches and kerosine and have been settin fires ever since
thank you for reading my words
i still dont got any
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