this is no good way out but it's a challenge or so I see it death's head upon my wall afield lies nothing but disorder no good can come of this whatsoever I can tell you no good will ever come of this the road to happiness I never knew I read a letter I never sent and saw me smiling on a picture this is nothing I remember whatever made me feel so there are children on the freeway I have my ways playing with death
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