Burning questions

 Mental Health
I'm tired of crying myself to sleep, thought the bitter orphan. Someday, when I grow up, I'm going to make someone else cry me to sleep. A whole chorus of imprisoned people, and they'll sob all night as I blissfully drift off.

The following is definitely a B-side, and I'm not even sure it makes that much sense. I'm a lot of things, but I'm no demographer.

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