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Jan 2013
This was seen coming from a mile away but i couldn't stop it, couldn't stop the train of terror and abuse thats keeping us tense like the sight of a noose that's hanging around making it make sense to keep our heads low and our eyes on the ground.

It hurts however it is handled and it has a horrid way of getting worse day by day. Just clean up the mess to wipe off the slate. Maybe it is best to leave this place. May i suggest picking up your pace, you gotta move fast to out run a train..
M Valdemar
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