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Jan 2015
I jump from ledge to ledge and stop to see them throw dead bodies like hay barrels into carts, and the smell of dingy moist flesh in the air, never really hit me hard in the stomach but always hit in the heart and filled it with rage just to see how inhumane the world can really be and how all the people I know and trusted were down there throwing patients into the creek...
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Kraven Westword II
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Kraven Westword II  hell
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