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The Witness
Märsta, 06:22 in the morning. It must be hard standing outside the train station every morning, ignored by God and ignored by us, the passengers. She, the witness, always shines up when I come closer, but I just don't give a fuck. I wish she knew its not her I despise, but the creature she worship, called Jehova.
2010-11-06
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