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Why? Why must you people continuously poo poo on my dreams? Don't you realize that I want to live, I want to give? I've been a miner for a heart of gold.

Once there was a friend of mine who died a thousand deaths. His life was filled with parasites and countless idle threats. He trusted in a woman and on her he made his bets. Once there was a friend of mine who died a thousand deaths.

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