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"Guerrillas" Society's sins turned an extrovert into a hermit, cannot trust your neighbors everyone plotting on how to make a million,, selfishness is the new bingo! I feel for the infants incubated inside the dragon's layer where an injection so lethal feels so legal yet a book is considered a hook so it is better avoided.... My swarthy skin got me trapped in the projects, streets and jail cells. Why are we always the victim of circumstance?

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