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To the living, we owe respect, but to the dead, we owe only the truth. —Voltaire
Those babies laid on that street for hours, bleeding and screaming for help. And no one came. But that’s not even the worst of it.”
My hands shake just thinking of the monster I’d become if I lost my entire soul.
The whole fucking town will scream for me.

