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  1. spicecontroller

    My Anxiety Poem

    They keep on coming back like zombies , but I run faster. Faster until I grow tired. "Die Zombies!" I scream. I dismember them violently with my extended machette 1 by 1 until I am drenched in blood. Now we must set them on fire. Ignite. Jump in my ferrari , what a bitch now my leather seats...
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