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Apr 2021
Bound to look over the empty population;
Who **** each other,
Hurt each other…
All for the sake of a sick game
The point of life
Surviving
No matter who you have to hurt in the process.
I am bound to the sky,
Looking over the men,
Who are oh so selfish.
IlliterateCardinal007
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IlliterateCardinal007  14/FTM/Kansas
(14/FTM/Kansas)   
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   Imran Islam
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