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Blotched botched word failures spewing forth from defective machinery subtracted from popularity conquests showing youngbloods how to write up this tragedy thing right Mouthless voiceless shapeless formless avoidance and mockery creeping like carbon monoxide admissions scrawled out in digitized assault and crying out What kind of democracy is this? What kind of freedom is this? When torn from those clutched analytical political land mines I have to ask Before revolutionary words are mistaken and reduced to stripped inspirational drivel adorning office drone strike stationery What makes you think your words can hurt someone who wants to ****** themself daily?
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
This Field Can't Be Empty
Blotched botched word failures spewing forth from defective machinery subtracted from popularity conquests showing youngbloods how to write up this tragedy thing right Mouthless voiceless shapeless formless avoidance and mockery creeping like carbon monoxide admissions scrawled out in digitized assault and crying out What kind of democracy is this? What kind of freedom is this? When torn from those clutched analytical political land mines I have to ask Before revolutionary words are mistaken and reduced to stripped inspirational drivel adorning office drone strike stationery What makes you think your words can hurt someone who wants to ****** themself daily?
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
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