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[b:3b39f150a3]"I sit in my cubicle, here on the motherworld.
When I die, they will put my body in a box and
dispose of it in the cold ground.
And in all the million ages to come, I will never
breathe or laugh or twitch again.
So won't you run and play with me here among the
teeming mass of humanity?
The universe has spared us this moment. "[/b:3b39f150a3][/align:3b39f150a3][/color:3b39f150a3]
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Its the paperwork that i cant do crying