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Jan 2020
Death isn’t freedom, being encased six feet under, in a timber cage, unable to escape, just to asphyxiate. Freedom isn’t death, being enclosed in an open world, in a toffs casket, unable to escape, just to associate. Freedom or death?
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Sad Case  19/F/Up On Mars
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