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| You know man, sometimes I feel like the weight of the world is resting on my shoulders and I have no way to deal with it... | |
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| ... sometimes I just want to let rip and kill some people to have some sort of payback for my frustration and general teenage angst... | |
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| Dude... I'm a fucking squirrel | |
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