Plastic Kelly

It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.

2019-07-11

Rights?


The New Heretics
The window permitting free thought is closing even as you breathe.

I feel the burn of my words being silenced. I feel the dirty looks. I feel the turned backs, yet I speak.

Posted by zhsy00001 at Thursday, July 11, 2019

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