Staring at the world through the whole you put in my
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hand. That was caused by a blade you gently inserted.
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I did this for you, not for your religion, not for your
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patterns. I did this for you. I did this for a man like you.
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Stop searching and find Me. I am stabbed by grace and slinging blood.
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The Shotgun Message
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| Norma Jean Band |
