hofmanha
I will wait.
It was murder they say, murder that took my childhood away, murder that killed my innocence, taken by the numb society, by the boys who took what they what they wanted, they got their jollies, but were disgusted with the leftovers. It was murder.
Woman are fetus machines, cranking them out day after day, the wailing mess of flesh, we are forced to love them, to nurture them, they suck away our lives while we create theirs. fetus machine.
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