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Filling my buckets of red— I promise you, I don’t have enough yet. I don’t have enough anger to paint the hands of every man who ever dared to be a traitor.
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Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 5:11 PM UTC
Enough Anger
Filling my buckets of red— I promise you, I don’t have enough yet. I don’t have enough anger to paint the hands of every man who ever dared to be a traitor.
SkylaGM
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28/F/Hawaii
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 5:11 PM UTC
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