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I hope you suffer, wounds deeper than emotional scars beneath the dermal layer. You're truely not worth the air, you consume. A zealot. Heretic turned holy. An abomination hiding behind closet alcoholism. I'd hate to be your  liver.
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 6:34 AM UTC
Zealots
I hope you suffer, wounds deeper than emotional scars beneath the dermal layer. You're truely not worth the air, you consume. A zealot. Heretic turned holy. An abomination hiding behind closet alcoholism. I'd hate to be your  liver.
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33/M/American
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 6:34 AM UTC
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