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Apr 2013
I tire of being God. Deafening droves demand the universe after declaring I do not exist. Hypocrites destroy themselves, only caring that they hurt those different, forgetting, or ignoring, that they are one. They put such little value on their lives, it should be obvious that I would not intervene. Let them die in my man made disgust. Extending their existence would be too cruel.
Joe Hill
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Joe Hill  30/M/St. Paul, MN
(30/M/St. Paul, MN)   
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