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Aug 2017
A child was born.
And another...
And another...
And 7.5 billion more...

Some of them grew up
Some of them are going to school
Some are working
Some are bums or thugs on the side of the street

Beggars, roddlers, teens, schoolchildren, office workers, tokers, addicts, gamblers, prostitutes...

All these people...
Who in the world wants to know what's wrong with me?


No one.
Bunny
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Bunny  16/M/US
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   elizabeth
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