Inga rasister på våra gator Fyll dem istället med bögar och flator
No racists on our streets Fill them instead with faggots and dykes
“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
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i hope you heal from the things no one ever apologized for
“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
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