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Text: I'm the son of rage and love, the Jesus of Suburbia. The bible of none of the above, on a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin. No one ever died for my sins in hell as far as I can tell, at least the ones I got away with. And there's nothing wrong with me, this is how I'm supposed to be, in the land of make-believe that don't believe in me. Each paragraph will be a test.

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