The end came after way too long. After playing a game, petty with kids involved. Did you ever wonder how you'd feel if you didn't pass yourselves along? Our lives in your hands, making it hard to withstand. As hard as you possibly can. We owe you nothing. So we strive to be normal with an 'n' as in nothing, 'till it rings clear that nothing's fine. Who's to blame? Who's at fault? Look at me, with an 'm' as in moron. I'll be your scapegoat anytime. Today acts as a milestone; the beginning of problems, some unsurmountable.
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