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Teething

Caught in despair. Swinging on you. Why should I care? What should I do? The moral of the story here. I'm more relaxed. Why can't you just listen here? The greater, the better, the last. With a little more anguish. I'll be teething. I'm not the greatest, But I'll be the last one bleeding. Come and get as I tear through these gums. Chomping you to bits. Making me numb. The taste of this. May seem fun. Stay a little longer. I'm not finished with you yet. Mistakes have been made by either you or me. What can I say? We've got more to achieve. We claw out our throats. Pluck out our eyes. Strangle and choke. What a surprise. We are no good. But that doesn't stop it. We know we should. We know we should drop it.

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