I forgot to thank you for the blood you shed, and your obligatory
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contribution to the community. Are you just dense or so fuckin’ inbred
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you think that all is forgiven and all is forgotten? But forgive them of
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nothing, despite their impunity. Oh how the system fails you completely
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when monstrous children get treated so sweetly. The violence is praised,
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the decision cemented (they seem like nice kids). Crimes go committed,
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but never lamented (that doesn’t change what they did). That’s when
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they lock up an innocent victim. The only thing that’s more broken
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than her spirit is the system. They lock up femininity, infected with the
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illusion that choice is free. You made your bed when you were born
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in your bones, so lay back, sweetheart, in a body you only sometimes
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own. Lay back upon cold concrete floors and rest your drunken soul.
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What more could a lady ask for than to be treated like a hole? Oh how
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the system fails you completely when monstrous children get treated
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so sweetly. Standing before you in suit and tie, don’t they just look so
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nice? Well-practiced tears come to their eyes, “I guess their remorse will
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suffice.” That’s when they lock up your bones, and femininity infected
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with the illusion that choice is free. Freedom is delicate, cracking under
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abject catastrophe. Stronger than his prison bars are the bars around
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her memory. It’s irrelevant, her relation to me. No one is innocent if they
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go free. When we hand raise the beast, and the beast runs wild, we must
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speak of our own involvement in the r ape of a child.
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Plato's Tripartite
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| Protest The Hero |
