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    There was a little boy named Johnny who used to hang out at the local corner market. The owner didn’t know what Johnny’s problem was, but the boys would constantly tease him. They would always comment that he was two bricks shy of a load, or two pickles short of a barrel. To …
Don’t tell me how to live my life,
Because when death comes,
It’s me who has to die.
Don’t tell me how to live my life, Because when death comes, It’s me who has to die.
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