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As my mind wandered this savage street filled with misery and regret I sighed, as the unending and relentless whirlwind of agony is all but child's play compared to what this seemingly calm but deep, seething resentment exuding from all the tired souls waiting to be saved, waiting for their own minuscule area of repose.
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 2:10 PM UTC
No rest for the wicked
As my mind wandered this savage street filled with misery and regret I sighed, as the unending and relentless whirlwind of agony is all but child's play compared to what this seemingly calm but deep, seething resentment exuding from all the tired souls waiting to be saved, waiting for their own minuscule area of repose.
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 2:10 PM UTC
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