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| Goth kid, what are you doing here? | |
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| I was composing more poetry. | |
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| The darkness of the graveyard brings me in touch with the nothingness of life and all existence. Christianity has failed mankind, and all is hopeless. Sorrow fills the world. Death is the only way. | |
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| You dipshits give me a bad reputation, you know that? | |
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