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how does this work?
this life of angst and fear? without a true happiness in sight, without a savior. how does one give himself a gleeful smile? there is nothing to give a grimace about. there is not a reason to give a scowl. how does one chuckle without another? there is no other of such a caliber. without equality one is within death's grasp. without glee. one with angst,one with fear is bound to be destroyed by self infliction. one with a knife in his minds eye shall become as the dust from whence he came. one with a death wish for humanity shall surely die. death, such a morbid beauty. death, such anguish. death, what a pity. death, what delight. how?
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