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writhe under the boot, a heel you were born to its imprint pressed onto your cheek a mark you'll bare no matter the distance in the pursuit of liberty in hopes of justice just for a chance at happiness where did our virtues go? were there ever any at all?
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Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 8:48 PM UTC
Bootlicker
writhe under the boot, a heel you were born to its imprint pressed onto your cheek a mark you'll bare no matter the distance in the pursuit of liberty in hopes of justice just for a chance at happiness where did our virtues go? were there ever any at all?
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Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 8:48 PM UTC
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