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a. seriously! b. but seriously what? what, can't death be faked with amiable limbs and you still will be pressing for a sickness in the realm of psychiatry, you playing a double-irish game with me? oh how i began loving to hate people. in secular society, everyone thinks they've been educated in psychology, and are qualified to prescribe medication, when in fact they're just pathetic informants of deviation that could easily pass, should the one concerned by a homosexual: well! my *** is ready! come on!
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Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC
i sometimes wish i lived in syria
a. seriously! b. but seriously what? what, can't death be faked with amiable limbs and you still will be pressing for a sickness in the realm of psychiatry, you playing a double-irish game with me? oh how i began loving to hate people. in secular society, everyone thinks they've been educated in psychology, and are qualified to prescribe medication, when in fact they're just pathetic informants of deviation that could easily pass, should the one concerned by a homosexual: well! my *** is ready! come on!
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