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Lost


Looking at all the happy people, all they care about is themsleves. no one helps those who need it, they crave everything but don't do anything to obtain it. it is sick of what they do to get it, they murder and rape. all of their victims have to dell with the pain, that the attacks leave them. no one has any honor anymore, they lie steal and cheat.

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