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“there you go again;
with that non sense saying i was raised in flowers and gardens. don't you know better? i was raised from the dirt,
since birth, no sense in the universe. fail to see the good in sincerity veil removed, i know see reality nail and tooth, my heart is in agony; hell with the love you preach; it's a fallacy”

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