Nothing suspicious here... just a poem...

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One day I went for a walk,

I met a racoon who could talk.

We became friends...

And that's where it ends...

Cause the racoon stole my face.

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No, seriously, someone help me. I keep walking into walls and shit.

And you don't even wanna know how I've been eating these past few days.

It's just awful.

You try living without a face and see how it feels...

I'll tell you how it feels. It hurts... mostly my face, BUT ALSO MY SOUL!!!!

At least, it would, if I had one.

I sold it to Satan for a Big Mac.... with extra pickles.

Incase your wondering, McDonald's in Hell always gets your order wrong too.

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