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this nation, fabricated upon their broken spines, yet still, they gait on fragmented glass. besought for their valedictory draught, before the lynch with a knee, "THUGS" you, merely afraid, "looting starts, shooting starts" to resist the monster of your own making
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Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 12:27 AM UTC
my tragic war cry;
this nation, fabricated upon their broken spines, yet still, they gait on fragmented glass. besought for their valedictory draught, before the lynch with a knee, "THUGS" you, merely afraid, "looting starts, shooting starts" to resist the monster of your own making
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17/F/Singapore
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 12:27 AM UTC
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