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I hope you sense my authenticity,

my respect,

my admiration.

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Doused in firey oil. Curdled white matter. Drowned in gooey sticky tarry dark sauce. I'll turn you into shit.

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I wish I knew How you do it How you Smile at me When you hear me Roar I'm not a ferocious beast I'm a Frivolous Young Thing Yet You know...

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