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I wanted to be like Abbie Hoffman before, until I built a prison of my own. Now I am trapped within the usual circle that I have grown tired of, even before I start, even before everything ends.
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 3:30 AM UTC
Spit on me, Abbie
I wanted to be like Abbie Hoffman before, until I built a prison of my own. Now I am trapped within the usual circle that I have grown tired of, even before I start, even before everything ends.
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 3:30 AM UTC
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