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What a wild ride for a mild hide, Files high filled with admired traits and itemized complaints for every girl and guy supplied with power over places and people like me. Running from each moment in a state of terror, fearing error revealing every spurious display of feeling shown, Knowing survival depends on the Holy Bible of servility: Secrets.
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
Servility
What a wild ride for a mild hide, Files high filled with admired traits and itemized complaints for every girl and guy supplied with power over places and people like me. Running from each moment in a state of terror, fearing error revealing every spurious display of feeling shown, Knowing survival depends on the Holy Bible of servility: Secrets.
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
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