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Unnecessary Stress 10/11/2002
Too close for comfort, into the woods.
Near the gas stations, innocent victims, in the near regions.
Strange, how this unnecessary stress feels.
Like a weight in the nearby gym, it's him, it's them!
I swear it, it's them, I know it!
Too close for comfort.
It's they who will catch those responsible for unnecessary action.
Let's just hope he doesn't reload.

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