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It seems to the medic that he just died again,

when really in reality he just tried again,

a couple more bottles will do it, a few more packs,

will activate the gene pool and start the heart attacks,

cause you were fake yet awesome just like a Squirtle,

stuck on your back always, forever i'm immortal,

nothing can end me, i keep on looking,

i should just give up and start cooking,

a chef or a janitor, could i manage more?

a small corner building is the only store,

with 3 shelves inside, room enough for three,

that is how i presently see my leading skills to be,

could it be me or could it be my choices?

if only i had a relationship umpire to Jim Joyce this,

i'll try to avoid this emotion in me,

that what you said is finally getting to me.