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In an eastern kingdom born and raised, chilling in a cave was where I spent most of my days.
Chillin' out, Trainin', An Makin' pills all cool.
And all killing some monsters that lived outside the hood.
When a couple of guys who were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighbourhood.
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said, "You're runnin' for your life with your auntie and uncle in despair."
I begged and pleaded, with her day after day, but she had dad crush the life out of me and sent me on my way.
She gave me a kiss, and nothing else.
So I took a little walk on my own, and said: "I might well go fuck it!"
First time yo, this is bad!
Eating grass like a normalfag, Is this what the people of an Eastern Kingdom be livin' like?
Hmm... This might be alright!
Thanks for reading! In case you haven't noticed, the whole thing was a joke.
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