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"I'm not even angry/I'm being so sincere right now/even though you broke my heart and killed me/and torn into pieces/and threw every piece into a fire/as they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!"- GLADoS
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I'll build a million castles and then stomp them to the ground|I'll lose my heart on purpose so that it can be found|I'll rip apart the pieces of the poem that you wrote|I'll find the nearest shoreline, take the fastest boat . . .
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"I'm not even angry/I'm being so sincere right now/even though you broke my heart and killed me/and torn into pieces/and threw every piece into a fire/as they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!"- GLADoS
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I'll build a million castles and then stomp them to the ground|I'll lose my heart on purpose so that it can be found|I'll rip apart the pieces of the poem that you wrote|I'll find the nearest shoreline, take the fastest boat . . .
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"I'm not even angry/I'm being so sincere right now/even though you broke my heart and killed me/and torn into pieces/and threw every piece into a fire/as they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!"- GLADoS
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I'll build a million castles and then stomp them to the ground|I'll lose my heart on purpose so that it can be found|I'll rip apart the pieces of the poem that you wrote|I'll find the nearest shoreline, take the fastest boat . . .
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"I'm not even angry/I'm being so sincere right now/even though you broke my heart and killed me/and torn into pieces/and threw every piece into a fire/as they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!"- GLADoS
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Live simply, so that others may simply live.
I am what I am and that's definitely better then you, ^__^
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I'll build a million castles and then stomp them to the ground|I'll lose my heart on purpose so that it can be found|I'll rip apart the pieces of the poem that you wrote|I'll find the nearest shoreline, take the fastest boat . . .
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