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Free Catastrophe
No general, no goverment,
no any God or Normality
can not take control over me
I am the Free Catastrophe.
No one tells me what to do,
maybe I am under all standards
but any teachers, preachers or manners
won't stuff in my head unanswered answers!
I don't take shit from anyone anymore
I don't bend my knee
I don't care if they like me or not
only one thing coun...
Wednesday 21st September 2016 11:03 pm
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