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Which can be hidden under jackets and in the belts of strangers and make loud noises like the pop POP of a chip bag in the cafeteria crash CRASH like a dropped bottle thud THUD when a door slams shut I think about the guns which can **** me and can Hurt me and I am very afraid…
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Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC
I Think About the Guns
Which can be hidden under jackets and in the belts of strangers and make loud noises like the pop POP of a chip bag in the cafeteria crash CRASH like a dropped bottle thud THUD when a door slams shut I think about the guns which can **** me and can Hurt me and I am very afraid…
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Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC
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