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Mar 2020
he was weak, and pathetic
and earnest, and kind
but he was that bleeding, aching, pain in my side
so i took both my hands and choked him to death,
forgetting the shell is as weak as the man
Written by
james  M/Nowhere, USA
(M/Nowhere, USA)   
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