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Holden CaulfieldTormented by his past / And by his open mind / This sad and tired young man
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GunIt is cold. Through the days I found myself loathing that object of mechanical functioning, but never looked upon it with disregard. The grip is truly comfortable; the grip and its metallic curves fit my hand and its fingers...just fine. Once again, I summoned it and, without making use of it, I left it there. There, the place where it should never be taken from.
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The Six Sullen SwarmsThey have been wandering / For they have been said. / Those words;
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not gladly*Grows.* / It does, **all the time** / Outwardly
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Quoth the Death*It's time / To leave, / My friend.
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Diana. Whatwhyhow...I don't want to say the wordWhat is it? / What is it about? Maybe it's about nothing, it has no meaning. / But it is felt. It exists and it is real. Why? Because it is there.
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one day. next daywhat is Yesterday, but just memories? / memories, yet I feel the pain / but pain reminds me I am still alive
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After AllWalking down the stairs / Going / Keep going as far as it gets
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