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all of us from an early age are murderers we **** with our bare hands-- no weapons no remorse no gloves no arrest no trial just our hands strangling out our victims bringing about their untimely demise-- and as we slowly but surely ****** we are being strangled all in the same by the hands of those who supposedly love and care-- where there is nurture, there is strangulation about the neck--
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Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 9:45 AM UTC
our hands around the necks of those we nurture
all of us from an early age are murderers we **** with our bare hands-- no weapons no remorse no gloves no arrest no trial just our hands strangling out our victims bringing about their untimely demise-- and as we slowly but surely ****** we are being strangled all in the same by the hands of those who supposedly love and care-- where there is nurture, there is strangulation about the neck--
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Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 9:45 AM UTC
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