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Kill
my heart. It's not playing fair. Use your head kid, that boring box
of logical, it won't make you cry - or laugh either, but that's a fair
compromise. It is the cause, it is the cause my soul... I will be sensible
or die weak and jilted. I CANNOT be the joker in this game; I'll lose
the round, the hand, the world - my world, sucked into a vacuum of blackness
and Primo slogans - how long will I survive, me and not caring? I will
not learn then I will but it will be too late because once unsought
knowledge dawns in a new sky, night falls and the vultures circle
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