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The days are
chatting the workers
of how it is outside,
not to mention greatest fears
like finding their neglected and naked
in battle for with some fiends,
like a for love.

And no one notices something the normal swing of things.
hands are shaking.
The are touching me.
Reaper's
This has weakened.
Now I everything.

What's all the commotion?
I swear there's to see here.
You see it coming.

This is the where the ambulance comes.
There's a man in the street;
we gotta him to the morgue.
He can't be
he's been traffic for hours.
We can't find him help his

something's the normal swing of things.
This
run efficiently.
Standard
the misses our regards.
it "deepest sympathies"

Sympathies: patronage for the weak.
I swallowed musk and now I'm choking it up.
I to say they won;
I win the all mixed up in my head,
On my head, On my head all phonies were liars
I don't need
disappear.
Break it (repeated x9)
I don't this...
sympathy.
I don't this.