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Making love to my ego, because all the time, I'm just fine
The saccharine bliss of words almost makes up for the under lying poison they deliver to us all eventually. We all feel the comfort, and we'll all die from the poison. But at least we'll die with smiles on our faces and sweetnes on our lips.
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