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The truth is,
I wasn’t worthy of the Hulk
But the boy under the sea
the one with four colors
and his own animated series
said:
Hey, girl Being six in 1985 is no fucking joke
You’ve got your stepmother
with a fist like Black Manta
and good luck getting a job when you’re grown
Any day now the Russians ht
decide to quitaround
and light up a deathsky for all to see
Sometimes I cry, too
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