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| Why? Why all the existential angst? Constantly, day and night, my brain is wracked by so much superfluous nonsense. Twisted thoughts fill my mind. I wish someone would kill me. I want to die. | |
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| I hope he doesn't know my secret... | |
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| All this free-floating anxiety...what's wrong with me? Why must I think these cruel, cruel thoughts? Why has god tortured me so? Must I seek out help, or end my worthless life? | |
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| See? Clowns are NOT evil, nor are we the minions of satan. | |
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Yes, we sure were tired of that whiney piece of crap. First he wants to die, then he doesn't. Make up your mind already. Idiot.
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| WAAAH!! MOMMY!! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!! WEAHHH!! | |
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| ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US!!! ROT IN HELL, SCUMBAG!!! WITH ME!!!! | |
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