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Dec 2015
The higher prices go
The lower morals go
The more criminals with badges that get away
Is the price of a black life my people are forced to pay
The more I see of woe
The more I think I should go
I cannot understand you people
Is the only game you've learned is ignorant blame?
I know nothing is the same
It never is
History is the past
You shouldn't relive
History repeating itself is like a woman who keeps forgiving and going back to her abusive husband. She's going to die. And I fear very very soon.
Chalsey Wilder
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Chalsey Wilder  22/Two-Spirit/Space
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