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Get your own big chair. I think it has been long overdue.  You should just grow some beard hair, and buy some new fucking shoes.   Those words will never be spoken now, we're head over heels in shame,
If Happiness Were a Nightmare The stars gaze down upon him His eyes stare back in a mutual relationship Sleep no longer grants him rest
Children fall one by one Their fate bring them into a dramatic stop Many children are at risk They don't have nothing They only have themselves They live in a world of violence  
The welling tears form a layer of haze from the outer to inner corners. I hold my breath hoping that the liquid will recede like a wave returning to its base from shore.
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