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Jun 2022
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He was dropping those burdens gaining momentum. Feeding his soul instead of the soul suckers that drained his well being. His voice grew weak not saying much or arguing with others.
Turned his back walked away from the carnage no longer cleaning the crumbled crumbs for others.
Infamous one
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