\ WHY ARE WE SUCH PERILOUS BEINGS?
WE HURT AND WE HURT AND SOMETIMES I JUST REALLY WANT TO STOP.
SOMEONE MAKE ME STOP. \
— please, someone just make the pain go away
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\ WHY ARE WE SUCH PERILOUS BEINGS?
WE HURT AND WE HURT AND SOMETIMES I JUST REALLY WANT TO STOP.
SOMEONE MAKE ME STOP. \
— please, someone just make the pain go away
