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ill to be poor
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I get ill through the same means I create happiness.
Darkness fills my eyes.
And then I die.
The man with a gun to his face, disgraced, by no itchy trigger finger.
Guts often prevail and the gun clicks.
The poor man must create extravagant means to kill oneself.