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it was in the winter of my fiftieth year when it hit me i was really alone and there wasn't a hell a lot of time left every laugh and touch that i could get became more important strangely, i became more bookish and my home and study meant more to me as i considered the circumstances of my death i wanted to find a balance between joy and dignity on my way out above all, i didn't want to take any more shit not from anybody
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| Iggy And The Stooges |
