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No human enters this Earth born to serve, to slave, to suffer, to scramble desperately away from fire, from threats that mutated all too rapidly into a guarantee coupled with existence. No human enters this Earth born to survive, to brave, to withstand, to endure grievously through oxygen-starved blood, blockaded lungs wrapped in wine bruises concealed from all. No human enters this Earth born to be subservient, to be exploited, to be depleted, to be drained relentlessly until heart and eyes and chest become an aching hollow and there is nothing left for the parasites to devour.
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Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 5:42 PM UTC
Parasites cannot be satisfied.
No human enters this Earth born to serve, to slave, to suffer, to scramble desperately away from fire, from threats that mutated all too rapidly into a guarantee coupled with existence. No human enters this Earth born to survive, to brave, to withstand, to endure grievously through oxygen-starved blood, blockaded lungs wrapped in wine bruises concealed from all. No human enters this Earth born to be subservient, to be exploited, to be depleted, to be drained relentlessly until heart and eyes and chest become an aching hollow and there is nothing left for the parasites to devour.
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21/Non-binary/Chicago
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 5:42 PM UTC
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