i can't die. i've experienced death countless times. sometimes, i see a bright light. sometimes, i see heaven or hell. but eventually, no matter what, i wake up in my bed wearing my same old clothes. the worst part? no one even remembers me dying. i go to school the next day and everyone is just like "oh, hey kenny", even if they had seen me get decapitated with their own eyes. you want to whine about curses, hindsight? you're talking to the wrong fucking cowboy.

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