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I find in the silence peace and in the chaos release. From the bottom, I have had to crawl like a beggar through the urban sprawl. They sing from the streets poetry with rough, dirty beats, an anger unsatisfiable with every ounce of it justifiable. It’s hard to fathom that their false teachings have…
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