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We are all carbon copies. Shaped by what the World wants us to know.
We feed off emotion and belittle ourselves.
All for the sake of the man.
But I don't want to share a name, a face, a common trait.
I want to be me. Because being me is great.
I want to slash open throats of those who opoose.
Destroy all of which makes me wish that this dying, decaying, death riddled world
Was no more.
I don't want to share a name.
My name is for me.
Just me and only me

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