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People make me sick cause we live in a world where if it's broken kick it to the curb and that include People too we live in world full of sissy's People give up way too easy but that's OK cause there's somebody for everyone except for me cause I don't even know what social q is but hey I guess it might be better in the next cause where I'm going I'm going so I can feel something cause I like pain it's the only thing that can make me simile in my brain probably from all those knife wounds on my belly that I didn't want that make me self conscious about talking to anyone unless I'm hammered but I guess had to get sober cause my liver was going too fail just like everyone else in my life except for People born in November for some fucked up reason
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