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Dec 2018
Learned to live in despair, with no repairs, toΒ the massive tear in my heart, replacement parts used up on fascist dipshits sifting through **** and sniffing farts, playing a game of blood and crypts and ****** body parts flung out into the black market and loaded into carts for a nice stack and that carcass that sold for a fine price never made it very far.
Ending up at 5 different people's homes. Cannibalism and collection.
Sketcher
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Sketcher  18/M/Blaine, Washington
(18/M/Blaine, Washington)   
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     Sketcher, --- and Colm
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