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I might cry listening to this song. But only if it’s the first time. I might be sad listening to this song. On the second round, but I won’t cry this time. This song can’t hurt me. So I keep my eyes clear. Every song is different. A different song sounds different and weird. And could kill me somehow. So I listen to this song again. The third time, It’s a softer kind of sadness. It’s a quieter type of sadness. Every time, I hear this song, It is the same. Every time, I hear this song, For the hundredth time, I fall asleep.

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