The mighty have fallen, and I don't feel too good myself

How the mighty have fallen	pierced by the sharpness of my own ideals	A Lesson is Learned, but the Damage is Irreversible	if you don't have anything nice to say, a rose still smells as sweet
A Mississippi legend	Hope is a wedding ring stuck in a drain	My skull is but a padded cell, the walls of which my inner demons bounce off	Pulp Fiction

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