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bones without an option to leave no time or chance to grieve did you think I cared or worried did you think I panicked or scurried

The final choice you made was death

In the left you fall, out of breath

the story of libtards

bones without an option to leave no time or chance to grieve did you think I cared or worried did you think I panicked or scurried The final choice you made was death In the left you fall, out of breath *the story of libtards*

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Mines wrapped in meat and rides a motorcycle on a rock hurtling through space!

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They always talk about being bad to the bone but never being good to the bone.

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I'll die in my brittle shell. Almost 31. Hopefully before 40. We have a lot of work to do.

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I'm going to slide up to the pearly gates sideways a smoking wreck!

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Don't get the libtard ending though

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It is basically the title. Just at the end.

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Still can't put it together. Maybe I'm tired

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I guess it's a mystery.