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Scott. T .
I felt like exploding.
The back of my eyes were burning.
What had happened here?
There must have been times when I felt more than this.
There had to be.
It was Tuesday afternoon, around 12.20pm, that I realised what had to be done.
Someone had to pay!
I have lived, up until now, a privileged life.
One really of no hard labour, unlike many of those around me.
I suppose I felt superior to some people in many ways.
Should I have thoughts like this as a member of the human race?
There you go you see, human race, race, the word that we have put into who we are, its a race, we are racing, racing each other.
Where will it be the race, who is in the, race, yes indeed!
Mumblings of a mad man corrode the in workings to such a degree that there seems no way out!
Surely we had felt more than this?
Scott. T . Williams.
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