The Secret Life Of Sunnï Blū

The last time I saw you;

Remind me;

How to arrive in a room.

Dead center

Tell me why I see everything but you

Tell me why'd

I see through you.

Take it back to

The very last place we met

The very last place we met

If we have to

—Dzzr DD as as as as dads dad dddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd—-

WARNING:

Don't New York on a Deadmau5

Good morning—!

Too many doors open.

Too many stories

Damn.

I get sucked in

Fuck it,

Gotta get sworn in

Put some doors on the—

Sandstorm,

Stan, stand tall!

Don't fall down,

It's all just thoughtless,

something in an artist calls to you

Makes them God, don't it?

Don't worry,

It's the wrong song for an alter

Too broke for a heart, huh

What? It cost a dollar

Bought it on the subway with the others

(I was nervous)

Undercovers always

Listen well, ask questions first l

For the answers,

They already got a hold on

Hold on—

**iPhone call**

Hello?

Oh, it's just the Illuminati

I'm Shawn: retarded

Stop: it's not me!!!

I'm at McDonald'sc

Just want money,

Not sauce.

I got a lot to cut, but not nuggets!!

CUT TO:

DIRECTOR

CUT!

It's hot dogs and stuffed sausage

Stop talking,

Or stop grocery shopping, either one of them

Well, then

I'm all stuck at Walgreens

Or Hallmark

Getting cards for hard stalkers

Strong mothers and fathers just for fucking

Haha

My whole world's a Tuesday,

Where it went up, on a roll call

With no doors,

And no wars won

With short swords

And Grammy awards, but

I owe you more, hun

Than just a dollar

Or a croissant,

So here's a sticky bun

For every muffin.

That goes unchecked

It was so scrumptious!!!

Not there yet.

One years old, ain't got no hair yet.

Here's some balance,

It's all an act, Jimmy Fallon

Have a sandwhich or blast from the past

Cause I just can't laugh

Unless it's on a track!!

The girl is pretty,

But she's unattractive, flipping her hair is

The only action you'll get out of her

Animals: back in your —

Satan, stop it

*pretty girl being a mannequin *

I don't get it. Is like Amazon stalking me with robots

That already bought all the shit in my card

[the shit that I need and I want.]

=the new warfare.

War against our own?!

What for man?

[Woman OR Man]

She don't do nothing but check on her socials

And may on your shoulder

Looking over it like—

“Why are you looking at HER?!??”

Short answer:

He's always looking at all of em ,

Wants them all

Girls under 30

Just listen up closely

Man has no loyalty——

THERE IS ALWAYS SOMEONE ELSE:

HE DOESNT WANT JUST ONE!

Even if Tyla, with water

Mr, Carter got Ms. Knowles

Turn to Mrs. Carter

Beyoncé's a God,

But still gotta swallow Rihanna

WHY GOD?!

MY GOD: CAUSE MAN

MAN GOD: WHY NOT?!

Don't come cough at me with your soulless

So-shook

Shouldn't have to open a look book

To cook it up with you

Check it out:

Jack black's back as panda

Plant a seed, garden—

Miranda Crosgrove is awesome

Long story; almost forgot her

School of rock? Did not though!

iPhone iCarly to come through

Cameo my show

Festival project

Drake got Josh fucked up!

*5 finger death punch*

—FUCK YOU—

—-FUCK YOU—-

——FUCK YOU——

_____FUCK YOU——-

——FUCK———

Sorry,

Lost consciousness:

Starstruck

So at cross lovers,

But not stars

Walk of fame,

But not Hollywood

Lens, no frame

It's lost art

Break sunroof for parked car.

That's so fucked

Curse on —

Purse full of blunt wraps

And condoms

Sounds fun,

Grow up with my father ,

But no mom—

Some story!

Perforated explanation

[Tear Here]

If whatever this pain is

For poor Bearr

Hall and oats

For your porridge

Look up from this game for a second like

Where is this train at?

Gotta get famous

I want my name back:

“Mom”

Upside down is Wow

And how I found you after all that

I don't know how,

But I'm back

Just back,

Off of a high cloud

Just to make sun-son proud

Switch my pronouns

Running from hands,

Dad, ow!

Tadow,

Got me a bag now,

And a smart house,

Hit the ground running,

Big cat, prowl—

Had to get out of the jungle

Run to the Foreat like Night Owl

“What is this for?!”

This is Pasquale in a four door

With free water

World is out of order :

Hire Porter for portal

Flooded

On high ground

Natural eye brows

If I growl by

{Enter The Multiverse}

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Doctor Who chronicled the adventures of an eccentric time-traveling scientist from the remote planet Gallifrey, home of the Time Lords. The Doctor, a Time Lord himself, traveled through time and space in his unique craft, the TARDIS, an acronym for Time and Relative Dimensions in Space.

STORY MIX 4 - “DR. WHO”

A story of..

lol how dubstep came back from the dead to remind me I make bass music and not just house—

Hahah

[The Transition in the Beginning of the mix is a trick that I created called “ slipping”—which uses unsycronized audio rolling in opposite directions to ‘catch up' to one an one to create a dreamlike loop, which allows the transition into a seperate genre or BPM/key. This trick (which I use to ‘wake up' the listener and call attention to a change in the rhythm or ‘story' in the mix; rather than using a traditional FX which typically annotate an ascension before a “drop”, I take advantage of the high and low pass filters and jog wheeels to both throw the audio into and out of synchronization at the same time, then feeding a 3rd track into play (And sometimes fading a 4th track, I.e, the 1st track, out) at the same level in the low pass—I use this in my production as well so that you can audibly tune into listening to a moving story rather than just a flat ‘song'—or in my mixes to remind the listener that this mix is an art piece, and as being the DJ I am also functioning as the painter of a picture you yourself use your mind to add color to, to remind you it's the whole world that's actually the dance floor.]

c o l o r s

—Then realizing I can't belong to one genre and creating my own

—which actually ends up pioneering several new sub genres as I tailor my sound and continue to master my craft—

One of 3–

Possibly 5–

Disciplines of Mastery.

It's like a double-major,

But like 3–

—possibly 5—

Majors.

And instead of a University

It's life/

And death.

Here we learn one thing can be both.

Oh shit, this mix does make more sense now.

$1

=

Dolomite

Oh yay, complications again.

I'mma seriously never get tired of this song, idk why.

story. -EP

at dawn. [equinox]

FILTH.

gonzo.

kaskadia

LE REVE.

SUBGENRE: ABSTRAKT

ORIGINATOR: Ū

DERIVATIVE: TECHNO, DUBSTEP

(Hence the k in kaskadia, which is pronounced

“CASCADIA”

You could say Abstrakt is a Sub-SubGenre

Of TECHNO

Or

CLASSIC DUBSTEP

Or a sub-sub-sub-genre, if—

LIFEimitatesART.

Making its stakes as as promising new sub genre, Abstrakt takes its roots in warehouse-inspired sonic foundations of techno, psytrance and dubstep, a percussion-heavy and multilayered bass-rich abundance of dark and moody, wet-sometimes-sweltering pulses and peaks, housey mellow grooves, and tectonic shifts of melodic color.

The Doctor is centuries old and, as a Time Lord, has the ability to regenerate when there is mortal damage to their body. The Doctor's various incarnations have gained numerous recurring enemies during their travels, including the Daleks, their creator Davros, the Cybermen, and the renegade Time Lord the Master.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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I'm high as fuck right now,

At least the lights aren't on

A nice day for a walk,

[A good day for a show]

Flood warning,

Got no umbrella so—

distractions, distractions

I don't need anything like that

My whole studio fits in a paper bag

My whole damn studio fits in a paper bag!

The world used to fit in the palm of my hands

Now he lives with his dad

And he might just outweigh me

The bottle, the baby,

The savior and Satan

Tell me when to sing along

Tell me when to sing along

Return negative to sender

Meet me at the center

See me at the TMPL

Here's the crucible

Call her off or on

Say,

Ain't it a shame that

The only way you'll ever lift this

Is to sit in this soul for a minute

Let it sink in

Let me think about it for a minute

I AM GRACEFUL

AND

MAJESTIC AS A BABY HIPPOPOTAMUS

HOPPOPATAMOUS

*RHINOSAUROUS

*RHINOSAURUA

Don't bother me at the office

Pick a coffin

Put you in a sarcophagus

If you're coughing

Damn it comes slowly.

Formerly,

Yours only,

—And that's when it hit me.

Everything that I've collected in the last five years is just sitting in a hard drive on my computer.

I'm irritated, not stoned.

I'm irritated.

I'm stoned and irritated.

Do you think it'll work?

It has to!

Fuck, what was I just doing.

Before:

Fuck. I got no desk.

Desk.

Nice. Thanks.

…need a chair.

I WANT THE CHAIR WITH THE HEADREST.

I want to eat dinner.

Eat dinner. See what happens.

Ugh.

I have to leave the house first.

I need a —

Chair.

Nice. Thanks.

Sleepin on da floor.

Unh.

Sleepin on da floor

(Da floor)

Sleepin on the floor

Oh, that's how it goes

I'm on the cellar floor.

I'm on the cellar floor—

When the girl next door

Is the girl next door

And the man down stairs

Opens up your door

What was that all for?

Now I'm on all fours:

I WANT A DIVORCE.

Look, listen, Linda:

I'm going to be forward with you.

—I already told you—

Listen, Linda—listen—okay?

A took a plane to the face

A plate to the palace

Of gold, if you ask of the rabbit, or Alice

A fantasy, or fallacy as underworld would have it,

But of wonderland,

The hatter dances

Madly, grand as ever

Her entrance,

The lost wanderer,

Or wonder, the shoveler of holes

Just getting deeper,

Think of time to keep as secrets,

Laugh, but don't believe in magic

Keep them as your dreams,

Please, dear

Seconds turn to hours

Into years here

I don't have much time

(A writing assignment)

—and I'm always online

What you need,

What you want?

Hit my line

Just be careful

Cause money is time

Turn water to whine

(Wine)

Fine.

Now stands a story to be told

No whining, no crying

I am forever years old.

***** ****** ******* ** * ********* *********

Keep coughing.

Keep quiet.

I'll keep talking.

Keep texting

And I'll keep blocking

Keep cheating

And I'll keep walking

Then a walk turns to a jog

(Then a talk turns to a hug)

Trolls under bridges

Turn a princess into frog

I'm not high, my mind's foggy.

No wifi, I'm offline again

Turned off at the wrong time again

Ten Pennie's for dime again

A penny for your thoughts.

I thought I was gonna die on the way here.

I died more than 30 times in 30 years,

Now I'm here like:

What the fuck is this?

I don't want to see the future and the past at the same time,

In an old place like this

(It's too much)

And my soul's still spinning;

I swear I've never been here—

Pistol whipped into a whole new dimension

[When it's not funny anymore]

What you want me to buy?

A subscription?

A monthply box?

A smart car?

Smart water?

A prescription?

An automatic rifle?

Ammunition?

With your permission,

It becomes possible

One nation under

Okay, I gotta go

I told you I don't have much time

My body runs on automatic

So if I was there

I had to be

Here's a room full of people I swear I know

But never met before

I bet we're all dead here

Nothing but bodies and floating heads here

Fuck it, I quit man!

That's what the drummer said.

What the monkey say when they cut his tail?

MONKEY

To be fair, I just realized that “monkey” with no “k” is just “money”

Well played.

Everybody in the sauna is a God.

I told you I gotta—

I got a pickup at Whole Foods market,

I better get on the next train to nowhere

I feel like the whole world is falling

Like the sky was

Don't bother calling!

I lost all my numbers

I spent it on nonsense

And plausible

Stop it.

What.

All my payments are overdue

The rent would be late if it wasn't just paid

I would play the game if it wasn't so played

If I knew your name I would say your name

Do your thing.

She's a blonde, blue eyes

No thighs, 5 feet

She's evil, but you can't see that

Your penis is bad at thinking

But she looks good on paper;

Graduated, just for participation

Tests ungraded, but she always aced them

I have a full hand, four aces

She had braces, and a retainer

Damn, that dudes's mullet almost fucked me up.

Fuck, what was I saying.

Great, the girl next door is racist.

Lil biiiiitzzz.

Being not homeless after not being homeless for 5 years is fucking mind boggling.

I'm like, useless.

There's nothing in my house

But ME

That's the bonus, I guess

Suprise:

***** ******* ** * ********* **********

What's that.

Oh, that's just what I have to repeat whenever I hear someone cough.

Why.

One: because it's true.

And it's my fault I never told anyone in the first place.

Well, actually I did.

But they were racist too!

How do you know they were racist.

They tied me to a bed and tried to kill me.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Anyway.

And two:

Because he tried to put a curse on me and I don't know how else to reverse it.

How do you know?

Why do you keep asking me this.

How do you know he put a curse on you.

Ugh.first of all. He told me.

Isn't he apparently The Devil?

Yes.

Then why would you believe him?

Because, he said:

FAT WIFEBEATER

You know, I control demons.

why does he have to be “fat wifebeater”

Cause he's fat.

Can't he just be “wifebeater”

No. Isn't this just semantics, anyway?

It's political correctness.

It's blatant censorship—

It's not “censoring”—

It's just a script! Would you rather I change it to “pedophile wifebeater”? It's still gonna be cast the same, I swear!

Ugh.

lol Jewish screenplay editor?

Jews on everything.

Lil bitz

You know what.

I love Jews.

That's not even a joke.

I just do.

No explanation whatsoever, just —

Every Jew gets a pass.

Jews with yamicas?

Bonus.

Kosher Jews—with the hats, and little curlies?

Double points.

You're almost Amish—

And I like the Amish.

I do.

But I love Jews.

Man, I'm not even mad

I just wanna sit down with a cold beer

And a bong in my lap

But my dad's an alcoholic

And my mom has habits

Yeah, my moms an alcoholic

And my dad has class

Here's a flask

I guess I ran out of answers,

Of what I would give the man who has everything

I said it was a watch,

Then assumed that he had one

Thought it was a rock

Then I dropped it

Look, another alter

Look, another model in a halter top

You're not just a body, if you have a nice body

To him you're a God,

And he'll never even want me

Unless he's lonely

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Now all of a sudden, i finally could see in the dark ,

Perfect.

Welcome backk.

I told you I was coming.

Staring down at me,

The obscenity of your lips on anothers,

Does it–

–hurt?

Get it, or you'll lose it.

The science of your music is sick,

Numbers in cadences, worlds and the worlds of melodies

just Be honest.

I lost it.

–Then you really never had it.

Then you really never had it.

Then you really never had it.

Then you really never had it.

Then you really never–

Random

Devious Meth Heads

Eli Scruggs

The last time I saw you;

Remind me;

How to arrive in a room.

Dead center

Tell me why I see everything but you

Tell me why'd

I see through you.

Takesx it back to

The very last place we met

The very last place we met

If we have to

Dzzr DD as as as as dads dad dddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd

{Enter The Multiverse}

The sky is falling

Why god would you call on me

For them to follow me—

An offering

Stare—Off in the distance maybe

Someone save me,

But hey, it's strange days

Crazy, it's in the same key, even…

Must be me

I might bite the bullet, at least I'm not driving it

I might like a silver dollar

But I'm still not buying it

[this is why I'm hot]

Kiss me

Give you time to miss me

51 - 51 - 51 - 50

I take six inches

Grateful what I'm given

Drive

Indifference: women _— mistress

End up in the mystery's

Have mercy

lol oh no, what happened .

My god .

Need water:

I'm so thirsty

Sitting up

Crunching numbers since

6:30

Wear wigs to the poster store.

up, down goes the axel

Or axis, as it were—

Well, aren't you special?

Or, weren't you then,

The means to and end were just as well

Doing it for us,

As anything is

Two tonsils, a swift

Hard hatchet,

On back of a bathrobe

Kingdom come,

Come now

Wherefore art thou

Artform?

All that for a man and a yo-yo

On Manhattan-bound L-train

The wrong way,

But everything changes

The strangest arrangement has yet to be staked and

Public is a harder place to be every day

—

Let's make it a banger,

Two thumbs up

And you're famous

This is all I ever do on the subway,

If it's something

Imagine

All the laughs you've ever had were fake

Imagine that

What if no one's ever seen you without your hat on,

Sure, stumble backwards and step on me

Four words for you—

All your choice, though.

An actor can manage a handstand,

After gymnastics.

Your manager asked for a handle,

This is a hand out

Bran, milk;

We ran out of bread;

But I could go back out

Thought you were coming back east,

But you're stuck in the west now.

Getting wet now— getting better than ever

And going to bed at decent hours

With friends, now

Aha,

I got your soul on the watch now

Every eye to look over your God now

Take a deep breath,

Forget it,

Shut your mouth

Thought you're going back east

But your stuck in the south now

Here's a pink flower

Have you ever had a raindrop

Come fall from out of nowhere

And no one standing over you

And nothing's ever done about the

Sorry way you talk about

Or go on about it

I'm out west,

But I parked you north now

Sound the trumpet,

One of seven

Seven dollars

All awards shows on hold

For marketing options

Stop, drop and

Stop drop and

Stop drop—

Take it out of the numbers,

Swallow them up

And swallow them whole, hun

You better be quiet.

I—

You just said that to like, 9 Apps.

#mass surveilenxe

I'm not even worried about that. Look at this.

SUPACREE breaks *through* the fourth wall; permanently.

ACTORS

*crying*

Okay check it out.

What the sketch—

I broke the fourth wall; it's

What do u mean:

I eliminated it. It's gone.

But then, where do i look?

Wherever you would normally look.

Where would i normally look?

It's just a device. You'll get used to it.

I won't.

You will.

—I won't.

They won't.

We won't.

But! Unh!

Try now, but less gay.

How do we know the difference between what's real and what's fake.

you can't.

You can't?

No, you can't.

But how do we know what's part of the show and what's not?

You don't know.

You ‘dont know'?

You don't know:

It's life.

So it just—-

—starts—

So, it just starts, and just—?

You don't know the story, it just happens.

It just happens—what.

Around you.

Like—“around” you?

Wow. So you came here just for this?

Yeah.

I—

Can you try not to look so devastated?

*looking devastated*

No: I—

Stop.

Should we have killed this thing when we found it?

Yeah.

No.

Hm:

Yeah:

It's bigger.

It is bigger.

It's bigger now.

It's way bigger.

Should we have—

Possibly—

Maybe.

Yes.

No:

idunno.

‍♂️

Anywho,

The word was “what”

The time was ‘now',

The said and done within the hour,

With such prowess as to around them

To the most confounded,

Complex of a

Pirouette,

Such a flower yet to be

Unraveled,

Or unspun yet,

Unwound

Found in the bullet wound

Of the undead,

Bloodshed and

Solid devotion led

A revolution so

Destructed

She was said to be combustible

If stumbled upon

Or made to be airborne

in open flame

Welcome to Earth's first Hyper Reality Show.

Are you on it?

You don't know.

Don't change the channel

(Cause you can't)

We'll be right back after

These fan-powered ads.

Fan powered “how”, you ask?

Well,

What.

Okay this is a really bad idea.

Are we still going through with this.

We have to.

W

We

Wee

We can't.

It's too late, we had to.

But we can't.

Too late.

No.

How dare you.

No.

Noh.

For God's sakes

Get this baby out of me now,

If it's Grey's Anatomy,

How about an astounding mound of

Pros and pronouns

To go and pronounce

These profound

Swole glands and nostrils,

Pockets, protections and

Dead on arrival,

The whole sound of beating hearts

Enough to wake up in the morning

From such a stuck stutter

A clusterfuck of rubberduckery

Debauchery or fuckery

Flutter to honor your words,

Your sorry brother in the back shields

Or the back fields, in the reflection of the

Knife at your neck against the alter

Or the blood from under what

The untouched nothing,

Story set against the backdrop,

Of lust long pushed over from rust—

Are you forward, or falling faster?

Falling, none—

Again,

Nothing breakless

Heart necklace,

By product or poached particle—

Barnacle or blockbuster;

Practice forecast of ‘therefore,'

Fair word,

Fast forward to woke darkness

And shook offerings,

Monsters of the tidal and,

Right you are that there was nothing loved

And nothing lost

(A cum soaked art form)

Arms unbound from a cats yarn,

Foraged and written from an epiphany since

Admittedly augmented,

The reality from which you were watching

The awesome aspostle,

As downtrodden some as they once were

Come up sore and swollen

from the arms and alms of a lover

Quick to recover,

The unborn with certainty,

That it was her of the omen upon us

Once unremarkable,

Your honor was

Ok, cool.

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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-U.

-X.

Remember the time...

(feat. SŪPACREE)

On Autopilot

Cutting into a kiwi

Barely conscious

Waiting on the devil

to stir up a fight

Once i take my first bite

Since the eve of hanukkah

Or the first night of

I've lost count, now

Isn't it awful

Ought to get right up

“Tell me,

What have you?”

Grain, for the brain and

Broth for the bitter

I feel in my throat, but

It's just getting deeper

Finally, i”m in the right place

The race for the right

(asleep at the left,

Again, with the devil

Again, with my head

Still, there's all the more weakness in the world

Than there's strength

Geometric Echoes

All that, and a can of beans?

Look, I had a lot going on in there.

Can you do four more days in?

Probably–I mean.

Great, I'll see you in there.

Yeah, I guess.

Enjoy your beans.

yeah.

You must shield your eyes from the Dead Mouse.

Look at this.

What in ThE FuCK

Bye-bye.

I'm telling you, this thing is NOT. OF. THIS. EARTH.

What would you call that?

..I wouldn't

hey , look. I need eight years.

EIGHT MORE YEARS?

Yeah.

Well–how old will you be by then.

Dead. Dead years old.

Ftw–

Over my dead body.

MEANWHILE

WAITER:

Would you like some…Pepper.

Mm…no.

What, no pepper .

No, no pepper.

I stopped eating bananas for a year because of Skrillex;

I can certainly stop eatting pepper.

PeEPpPEERrRRr

*

What?

Lets g0.

Ok, I can't hang out with you guys anymore; you're too rich.

There's no such thing

There's no such thing as “too rich”

Tha Davinci Code, Scene at one hour 41 minutes

Blue-eyed savior…

Old blockbuster

Controversy

Matrimony

Same as always

Blue-eyed savior

Old time movie

Another blockbuster,

Controversy

Conservative,

Corrupt,

Same as always

It;s the last thing that you'd want to know

But there you are, steady asking for it

There's no such thing as me anymore

(when there's no such thing as ‘Cree' anymore)

What did you do this for

The last thing you wanted to know

But you still keep asking,

asking

Damn, he's beautiful

How old is he

Whose he married to?
The standard round of questions

The standard mode of transportation

Transpose this, I hope

Or translate it

Wipe the slate clean?

I haven't even eaten enough for today

And it's already raining!

Why are you complaining?

Whyare you complaining?

What are you complaining for

Don't you are bring me a single tear

Are we all not eachother?

Aren't we all eachother?

Are we all eachother?

Drowned in the long monologiue along the opera

Now left all alone, a spiral staircase

Here I am, or here I come

To waking

Here I am, or here I was

To dreaming

[An Hour Long Special]

Isn't it funny

I havent thought of you, since I thought of you

Follow the flower

The ribbons of love

And the flora of what was forgotten

But not

‘I want one of those to play with'

A big boy,

With a big toy

or a

Big toy,

With a nice tool

Or a hot rod

Or a hot tub

You're late.

I'm always late.

WAKE UP.

I'm ALWAYS up.

Password.

Fuck. I Forgot the password.

Password: Flagship.

Fuck.

Yes.

I did it.

How

How did you

HOW DID YOU DO THIS.

Do, what? I just–

Good, I made it!

Oh Good, you made it.

Go ahead and swallow the bullet you wrote for your valentine

Burn the letter you wrote to your God,

Or just as likely mine

Why I feel sick–

I only had to die eleven times

Lets get back to the daily routine

I haven't been myself

I've been everyone else between Queens and Manhattan
This past week

Lets get back to the daily routine

Okay

Poutine and a little ketchup,

That's darkly dreaming

Skelotons in my getup

Lets get back to the daily routine again

Shall we

I've never even had champagne

What a shame

My life's all wrong

It's a fucked up world

and a fucked up song

Lets get back to the part

Where we all get along

(That never happened)

I just had this song in my head;

And he's got a scope on the gun

hidden camera, “you're alredy dead”

A way new take on a way old song

But i was just here

And you were just there

And I was just there
And you were just here

In my head

I'm already dead

I just had to check

End of us

Left to suffer

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