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I don't care... I love it
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"I DON'T CARE!" The voice yelled, filled with defiance and anger. The words were sharp and cutting, betraying a sense of indifference that belied the intensity of the emotion behind them. It was a declaration of independence, a refusal to be swayed or persuaded by outside influences.
A soft murmur filled the air, almost imperceptible at first. "I Don't Feel So Good," the voice whispered, tinged with sadness and resignation. The sound was haunting, a lament of someone who had reached the end of their journey. It was a mournful farewell, a final goodbye to the world they knew.
"Korone Don't Sleep," the voice declared, filled with determination and defiance. The words were a rallying cry, a call to arms for those who refused to yield to fatigue or weariness. It was a reminder that rest was for the weak, and that true strength lay in perseverance and fortitude.
"I don't want peace. I want problems, always," the voice proclaimed, filled with aggression and hostility. The words were a declaration of war, a rejection of tranquility and harmony. It was a battle cry, a challenge to anyone who dared to stand in their way.
"NO! I don't want that!" the voice exclaimed, filled with revulsion and disgust. The words were dismissive, a rejection of something abhorrent and distasteful. It was a visceral reaction, a reflexive response to something that went against their very nature.
"I don't like sand. Star wars," the voice muttered, filled with annoyance and irritation. The words were a complaint, a lament for something trivial yet irksome. It was a minor inconvenience, a nuisance that grated on their nerves.
"Drop The Base," the voice commanded, filled with authority and power. The words were a directive, a call to action for those who dared to defy them. It was a challenge, a test of strength and resolve.
"I don't hate you," the voice whispered, filled with tenderness and affection. The words were a confession, a declaration of love and devotion. It was a reassurance, a promise of loyalty and fidelity.
"Don't Drop That Durka Durk Ind," the voice warned, filled with caution and concern. The words were a reminder, a word of caution for those who danced too close to the edge. It was a plea for restraint, a plea for safety and protection.
"Now that's a lot of damage," the voice marveled, filled with awe and wonder. The words were a recognition, a acknowledgment of something impressive and monumental. It was a moment of astonishment, a moment of admiration for a feat of strength.
"I don't care... I love it," the voice admitted, filled with passion and desire. The words were a confession, a revelation of their true feelings. It was a declaration of affection, a pledge of allegiance to something they held dear.
"Young Metro Don't Trust You," the voice warned, filled with suspicion and mistrust. The words were a caution, a word of advice for those who sought to deceive or betray. It was a sign of wariness, a signal to be on guard.
"Don Demarco," the voice intoned, filled with reverence and admiration. The words were a tribute, a homage to someone held in high esteem. It was a mark of respect, a nod to greatness.
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