I jump from ledge to ledge and stop to see them throw dead bodies like hay barrels into carts, and the smell of dingy moist flesh in the air, never really hit me hard in the stomach but always hit in the heart and filled it with rage just to see how inhumane the world can really be and how all the people I know and trusted were down there throwing patients into the creek...
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
I jump from ledge to ledge and stop to see them throw dead bodies like hay barrels into carts, and the smell of dingy moist flesh in the air, never really hit me hard in the stomach but always hit in the heart and filled it with rage just to see how inhumane the world can really be and how all the people I know and trusted were down there throwing patients into the creek...
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