YOU PROVED ME WRONG
You proved me wrong!
For years our brains can't count,
I leaned on you,
Counted on you
And now, you made me your bull:
You may use your knife on me now!
Nothing new will happen
I am only a mortal
And will only die.
Pleas finish me now
For the pain of waiting for death
Is painful than death.
==scripts in exile==
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