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Apr 2020
But it didn't feel like enough. The yogurt was dry and the gaurds would bash his head with a mallet. He carved "deceit" into the walls and gargled with soap.
Push ups for days, and sit ups until he was a man.
13 deaths isn't anything as long as you're free.
The bars would not budge, and steel doesn't rust
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  30/M/Socal
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