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the ills keep suffocating the laws keep it’s despicable nose clean releases a Man in drag when I died, they put me in a glass room and they lowered me down and I stood right back up and spat at their faces I made fun of their guns and uniforms but the noise never stopped efficacious pounding and pounding in my brain and their faces was all red and round and they cut me with their knifes I stared.
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