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objectified how getting a way and another's way wasn't yours subjugating all those around not on your side we are bullet ridden already a privacy obscene the torn hold of my boy body you wont let grow so small and unfit distorted work, strength abnormal and feminine putrid wrath motherly paint language from darkness i am fragile ornament in your hands

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