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    Your greasy lips & your glassy eyes gave
    you away. I suspected you've been infected
    by the diseased discharge of the media
    cunt. So little room to exist between
    the honest truth and a crippling worldview.
    Decadent, begging for pleasure. Like a druggie
    on a hamster wheel begging for forever.

    I'm so sorry about you.

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    You used to say you wanna live with dignity
    and die on your feet. I hate to see you
    retreat. It's too early to accept
    defeat. We're all standing on shaky ground
    and my knees are trembling too. It doesn't
    mean I have to lie down. Nobody's dunce.
    Nobody's fucking clown.

    I'm so sorry about you,
    I suspected you've been infected.
    I'm so sorry about you.

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