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I cry at night only to wake up feeling sober
Have you ever felt goose bumps on your back , on your face , on the nape of your neck ? Have your words ever become so twisted that you wind up not having any words at all?
I am the master, the controller, I am the seargent, and I am the soldier.   I fight the battles; I lose the wars, I reap the winnings, and forfiet the scores.  
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