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Just My Thoughts On Life And All That Other Stuff
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This Poem Comes From My Darker Side. This is just a proto-type
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The quote in the end of this little story is property of Mr.Nietzsche
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The clouds seem to cry As I look across the blackened sky.I hear the lightning and thunder play in harmony like a marching bandThe sound is deafening ..
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