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Some random index card shoved in a pile of trash had this uplifting, optimistic gem:
"I have a gun with which to kill
I bear my blade their blood to spill
I grasp their throats within my hands
to separate them from their lands."
I was always such a happy, loving person.
"I have a gun with which to kill
I bear my blade their blood to spill
I grasp their throats within my hands
to separate them from their lands."
I was always such a happy, loving person.

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