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A child was born. And another... And another... And 7.5 billion more... Some of them grew up Some of them are going to school Some are working Some are bums or thugs on the side of the street Beggars, roddlers, teens, schoolchildren, office workers, tokers, addicts, gamblers, prostitutes... All these people... Who in the world wants to know what's wrong with me? No one.
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Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC
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A child was born. And another... And another... And 7.5 billion more... Some of them grew up Some of them are going to school Some are working Some are bums or thugs on the side of the street Beggars, roddlers, teens, schoolchildren, office workers, tokers, addicts, gamblers, prostitutes... All these people... Who in the world wants to know what's wrong with me? No one.
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Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC
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