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Spit on me, Abbie

by rimbaudiy

I wanted to be like Abbie Hoffman before, until I built a prison of my own. Now I am trapped within the usual circle that I have grown tired of, even before I start, even before everything ends.
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Feb 19, 2017
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#love#life#end#revolution#rebel#counterculture#trap#hadiysyakir#abbiehoffman
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