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i am of the mud and the barkdust i wander with my walking stick the wind whispers its secrets to those who would listen tales of cities past and buried long ago life to death and life again our bones will make the soup of the future look upon what cannot be and remember what never was there is nothing here only ghosts today, and echoes of silence to come | ||
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| Forced Psychiatry by State | ||
----- The data I used to create the above map was found on the TAC website. | ||
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