J Ax: "Sono diventato tutto quello che odiavo"
Goodbye.They breathe but cannot scream, they have no tools to build voices. They wait in fetal position, marytrs on altars of mistakes. The martyr. They have not the tools to scream, they are just the ones upon the alters of, alters of mistake. There is no safe place. Martyr
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