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you'll never know how it feels to be a potato being fried being mixed with salt or cheese powder as people eat and digest you in their stomach you'll never know how it feels to be a teddy bear being hugged or punched at because of its softness since it has no life so you just kept doing it you'll never know how it feels to be the fat kid in your class because you were popular and everyone admired the pretty ones you'll never know how it feels to be gay as people tear you apart because you're a disgrace and the bible told you you're invalid you'll never know how it feels to be black because your skin is clear and they never tried to **** you because of your race and skin color you'll never know how it feels to be vincent van gogh as he tried to poison himself by eating yellow paint and drinking turpentine you'll never know how it feels to be a **** victim whether you're a man or a woman because you kept thrusting and it hurt you'll never know how it feels to be in heaven or hell because you're dead and you're starting somewhere ahead
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 6:22 PM UTC
a victim's p.o.v
you'll never know how it feels to be a potato being fried being mixed with salt or cheese powder as people eat and digest you in their stomach you'll never know how it feels to be a teddy bear being hugged or punched at because of its softness since it has no life so you just kept doing it you'll never know how it feels to be the fat kid in your class because you were popular and everyone admired the pretty ones you'll never know how it feels to be gay as people tear you apart because you're a disgrace and the bible told you you're invalid you'll never know how it feels to be black because your skin is clear and they never tried to **** you because of your race and skin color you'll never know how it feels to be vincent van gogh as he tried to poison himself by eating yellow paint and drinking turpentine you'll never know how it feels to be a **** victim whether you're a man or a woman because you kept thrusting and it hurt you'll never know how it feels to be in heaven or hell because you're dead and you're starting somewhere ahead
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18/Genderqueer/Manila, Philippines
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 6:22 PM UTC
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