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The EXECUTIVE ASSault on 170 million wombs manifests in my ****** physically. A stabbing pain so vile, twisting my insides. We have screamed out loud for so long. So ******* loud, "GET YOUR LAWS OF MY BODY!" The ceiling oppressing us is not Made of glass, It's made by the ******* of the First Class. The system is not broken. The system Works perfectly For them to purchase you, And me.
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Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 10:44 AM UTC
Thick Skin, Soft Hearts
The EXECUTIVE ASSault on 170 million wombs manifests in my ****** physically. A stabbing pain so vile, twisting my insides. We have screamed out loud for so long. So ******* loud, "GET YOUR LAWS OF MY BODY!" The ceiling oppressing us is not Made of glass, It's made by the ******* of the First Class. The system is not broken. The system Works perfectly For them to purchase you, And me.
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Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 10:44 AM UTC
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