.This cold surrounds the lifeless souls around you and this greed separates. Who gets control? It starts to feel...and you can't say I never sat at the table with the fascists. Now you've shown your face, in it's darkest days. Fuck you, you don't own me, we'd be better off dead. There's no bread here.
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