They've labeled the luggage.
Waiting room.
I contain a ticking bomb.
The word.
The word is the code.
- He oughta handle it.
Oh, I explode into pieces.
My dismal lifework.
I've lost my self again.
My liberator, my saviour.
I know the situation.
I realize my deeds.
Way out of hell.
Deserving mercy now.
Done is done.
another bomb.
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