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On the mental ward, there is no "Lord," no "Savior." Only society's leftovers, shuffled to and fro and around and around we go.
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC
Brook Glenn
On the mental ward, there is no "Lord," no "Savior." Only society's leftovers, shuffled to and fro and around and around we go.
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC
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