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WE ARE THE BROKEN CHILDREN SUFFERING EACH DAY WE DRINK AND SMOKE TO FORGET BUT A DESTINY IS SET IT RIPS OUR HEART  IT TEARS THE FLESH IT HURTS TOO MUCH YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT NO NOMORE  IT HURTS  DONT CUT THERE OUCH WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO YOURSELF IT HURTS IT HURTS  AM SORRY GOODBYE