Apr 2016
As i **** my enemies my conscience growes even more heavy,
body's falling voices call for me,
the burden of all the wounded brother's gather to seek for an answer
that we don't know.
body's falling voices call for me,
the burden of all the wounded brother's gather to seek for an answer
that we don't know.
(23/M/Oklahoma)
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