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I walked out of my house. more windows smashed more people sleeping in my living room kitchen bath room etc. I've learnt to not own anything valuable because people will just steal it anyway the only thing I own is the clothes on my own back. I wear these all the time other wise someone would just want to steal them too. that's all apart from my wedding ring firmly jammed on my finger and my wife's ring buried into my deepest pocket. she got hit by some twatty kids that decided to kick-start a car and go joyriding. Bastards. usally they would be in jail but now the meaning of the word jail is useless since it was turned into a club even from here I can here the music blasting out.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 04, 2016 ⏰

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