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i’m no outcast in these woods, where the people who belong are shunned, permitted no entrance to what is sacred and preserved only to those who understand what it feels like to be dismembered at the waist
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Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 9:41 AM UTC
outcast
i’m no outcast in these woods, where the people who belong are shunned, permitted no entrance to what is sacred and preserved only to those who understand what it feels like to be dismembered at the waist
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Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 9:41 AM UTC
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