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| Bobby Backofen AnxietyAin’t going to cease chomping on myNails and it isn’t like a
 Xylophone where a key
 Is hit knowing that nothing bad happens,
 Especially if it’s something so big you can’t censor.
 Tomorrow and later days are already like a parent
 Yelling at me angrily.
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