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You don’t have to tell me everything, but sometimes I wish you would let me be sad with you. 

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YOU WERE BORN A STREET RAT, YOU WILL DIE A STREET RAT, AND ONLY YOUR FLEAS WILL MOURN YOU.

only your fleas. 

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