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Oct 2010
I found Waldo
He was hiding in the brush
Naked and freezing
They tried to **** me
He told me
They ***** him, dropped him
And there he was for the blind world to see

Where the **** was Waldo?
All these years, right here
Ignoring, neglecting, not shedding a tear
Pluck out your eyes cuz they're useless
**** yourself cuz we're all the same

Waldo walked down the street
Still stipped bare, ***** and beat
But no one seemed to notice
How could they ignore this?
They're not what they claim
They say they're looking
But they don't care whether you're *****, killed or maimed
John
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John  28/M/New York
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