obtuse

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By Idrawwords

diaster breaks out everybody shouts i walk in the opposite direction through all the horror and abuse my mind, now slightly obtuse open door and free to run but i keep on walking the opposite direction as i walk i write: diaster breaks out everybody shouts People are all the same

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