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There came a point, Where he no longer feared. The endless stream of violence, They faced him with.
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Dec 17, 2024
Dec 17, 2024 at 10:45 AM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #44
There came a point, Where he no longer feared. The endless stream of violence, They faced him with.
I know someday this world will get better. Happy Tuesday!
AbbottJHardison
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15/M/Rochester NY
Dec 17, 2024
Dec 17, 2024 at 10:45 AM UTC
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