The Anthology
You can cut my balls off and radiate me to rid me of the cancer
You can cut my balls off and radiate me to rid me of the cancer. You can deteriorate the cartilage from all my joints until there’s nothing left. You can cut me open, time and time again, and keep sewing me back together. . But for as long as I’m still breathing, you will not…
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