Cry for me my darling , let me taste your pain,
as you transfer the bullet in virtue of your intellect ,
and slide the blade across your impurity.
It's not due to my interrupted sequence you are unimportant ,
and not due to my interrupted sequence you are cold.
Attribute to yourself and hence wholly why you confute, unimproved
Or elapse with end and cease your laborious existence.













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i like it.
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Did you hear about the mathematician with constipation? He worked it out with a pencil.
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