And now I want to cry very very badly.
There must be some way to stop the self-destruction? Someone please, oh please, tell me what that is. I keep thinking everything's over and done with, and then there's a Sunday evening when I come home and all the old boys gang up to break me in little pieces again.
If there were any merit in repetition, I'd be covered in gold stars.
Go to hell. Every last one of you.
All your advice is crap, and I don't deserve to be treated this way.
Hmm. It has a certain ring to it. I'll try it a hundred more times, and then I'll see what happens.
Maybe there'll be some gold stars in the offing.
There must be some way to stop the self-destruction? Someone please, oh please, tell me what that is. I keep thinking everything's over and done with, and then there's a Sunday evening when I come home and all the old boys gang up to break me in little pieces again.
If there were any merit in repetition, I'd be covered in gold stars.
Go to hell. Every last one of you.
All your advice is crap, and I don't deserve to be treated this way.
Hmm. It has a certain ring to it. I'll try it a hundred more times, and then I'll see what happens.
Maybe there'll be some gold stars in the offing.
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