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There Must Be A Way. Surely There Must Be A Way That We Have Not Yet Thought Of. Who Put This Brain Inside Of Me? It Cries It Demands It Says That There Is A Chance. It Will Not Say "no.

It Was A Joy! Words Weren't Dull, Words Were Things That Could Make Your Mind Hum. If You Read Them And Let Yourself Feel The Magic, You Could Live Without Pain, With Hope, No Matter What Happened To You.

Animals Never Worry About Heaven Or Hell. Neither Do I. Maybe That's Why We Get Along.

How Can You Be True And Kind At The Same Time? How?

Capitalism Has Survived Communism. Now, It Eats Away At Itself.