He feels left out.
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"To dust shall he returns."
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The world is still a better place even without him.
He does not matter.
He is an attention seeker and an embarrassment.
He is fucked!
Awful.
Silly.
Sulking for small stuffs.
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Why is there no blood dripping?
It would be
best
if
he just would not wake up anymore!
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"Save me," he mumbled.
