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Lights off, locked in a basement. Is it any wonder these fingers keep bleeding? Has this whole fucking world gone insane? Prepackaging, promoting, gifting rape. Shackled, naked, hooded heads dragged to the border to feast on sand. Propagating failure as a culture. These token debates between buzzards & vultures. Inching. Inching closer to half a fucking arm. I'm starting to nervous. Is it just me?
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