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Why this site will remain irrelevant.
Fuck
You sell childrens pain, Their heartbreak and their tears, Count up up their scars, manipulate their fears,but with those scars, comes blood on hands, and you better believe that blood understands, so when you're looking back someday, and asking why that you must pay, remember the price of your fifteen minutes, no not me, I've already lived it

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