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my back hurts and i have no lotion to soothe the pain and alleviate the aches that crack within the walls of this treasured illusion. pointed remarks by dicators slip from the tongues of squirrelly amusements and feast within the belly of hanged entrails. the last of us are starving and the few that have remained will be shot down like a gross animal among the astonished herd
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 1:41 AM UTC
lady in a hallway somewhere in east asia
my back hurts and i have no lotion to soothe the pain and alleviate the aches that crack within the walls of this treasured illusion. pointed remarks by dicators slip from the tongues of squirrelly amusements and feast within the belly of hanged entrails. the last of us are starving and the few that have remained will be shot down like a gross animal among the astonished herd
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 1:41 AM UTC
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