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You haven't quite lived till you've bred. At least that's what my old doctor said. He said, 'You haven't quite lived till you've greyed; Not till youre weathered, abrasive, decayed, Not till you've worked your own bones to the grave And believe life's a grand play without meaning or make. 'Doctor, I feel bad, Negative, scared. Sometimes I don't bother Brushing my hair.' 'Ah yes, I've seen this, Many times before! Clearly, you're INSANE! I implore you not to attempt a self refection. You need my own intervention.' He called my soul's crying a shocking anomaly. He gave me these pills that 'will give me autonomy'; 'You've got to be medicated in this **** economy.' I got a new doctor, but that doctor ***** too. Why does this happen to me? What should I do?
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Aug 4, 2023
Aug 4, 2023 at 2:34 PM UTC
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You haven't quite lived till you've bred. At least that's what my old doctor said. He said, 'You haven't quite lived till you've greyed; Not till youre weathered, abrasive, decayed, Not till you've worked your own bones to the grave And believe life's a grand play without meaning or make. 'Doctor, I feel bad, Negative, scared. Sometimes I don't bother Brushing my hair.' 'Ah yes, I've seen this, Many times before! Clearly, you're INSANE! I implore you not to attempt a self refection. You need my own intervention.' He called my soul's crying a shocking anomaly. He gave me these pills that 'will give me autonomy'; 'You've got to be medicated in this **** economy.' I got a new doctor, but that doctor ***** too. Why does this happen to me? What should I do?
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Aug 4, 2023
Aug 4, 2023 at 2:34 PM UTC
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