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| I cannot escape myself. My mind skips like a needle on a record player and I am forever in an endless loop of anguish. | |
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| I must escape. I must escape. I must escape. I must... | |
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| *GASP* No. I cannot exist in this world if you leave. Only the memory of your early morning repressed sexual urges will stay with me. These are mere bread crumbs that can't feed my soul stomach. | |
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| I will kill you as you sleep. | |
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