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Jun 2014
People are like vultures.
When they see the slitest bit of weekness they start to target you.

And when you fall and are to week to get back up they come and pick the flesh from your bones until there's nuthing left of you.

How many people out there still care about the strangers.
Everyone is a stranger at first
Sea Side Storm
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