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Bury me in the packice and please don't dig me out until science has devised a way to heal my many wounds. My aching bones, my stupid head, my broken heart, my ruined soul. Lay me down beneath the permafrost and then go away until industry perfects the means to make me whole again. Then fill the void within me, close these dreadful holes, bury me in the packice. From Letras Mania