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September 24, 2024 / barton smock

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Every day is not your last. 
God doesn’t write.

They cut off my hand, put it in the microwave, and left me to die.
I became the loss
fish

scrapeghost.

I made it to the microwave, but it was locked.
I didn’t understand.
Then did.
The microwave was wrong.

Bliss goat, god bless
I don’t
need to live

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