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Bled out, but only for a moment when you opened up your mouth. Rotting teeth, injecting dirty needles and selling your body on the street. If the world were a man, I'd have my hands wrapped around his throat. Leech, slug, corporations growing bigger, family business takes the plunge. Human, scum, people never change so it's time to move on. Corporate disease surrounds me.
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