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• this is not helping me at all what you are doing here in the name of god and love it's the distribution of fear pyramids healing wires analysts with fame I haven't got your degree and I forgot your name pick me up and put me on the ground set me up and spin me all around no you are not the one I wish to see this is not helping me at all where did we get this plan? that you could give to me what I might already have pyramids, healing wires, a musician's fame I volunteered you my eyes in place of facing me oh hitler, in a robe of truth my emptiness has built your altar and I've worshipped myself in you forever until now!

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