The Epstein files have dropped
And up to the rich and famous pop,
No normal people like you or me
Because we would not associate with someone of such depravity,
Yet the elites have less morals
And will hang out with the worst,
If they believe it will fill their purse,
And anyone that hung around with him
Must have known what he did,
How arrogant these people are they thought it could be his.
I remember the young woman who fought these maggots for vindication; memories haunt years of depravity today, and she is free to roam with the Lord amen 🙏
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She wasn’t sure where she was going, but she was definitely sure where she had been; haunted alleys in her soul, placing flowers on the graves of her past selves.
The years had been too long and too heavy for her, and her heart overflowed with unrequited love. A sensitive soul in an insensitive world, giving until there was nothing left to hold onto; no rope left behind for her, as she jumped from cliffs to save those she loved.
She crumbled in the night and battled in the day, only to find herself singing lullabies to her demons. No one knew her as well as the moon, and it wept for her, refusing to let her go into the night alone. Who stayed when everyone else fled in her time of battle? It was the silence that never left her side; the silence left behind by those she cared for. I never knew a woman who wore heartache as beautifully as she did, and at times I wondered who needed who.
fauxcroft 
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