I hate my life. My life sucks. Poor King Claudius. =( What could have went wrong, did go wrong. Getrude drank from the poisoned cup ment for Hamlet, Laertes fell, and Hamlet killed me. Oh, by the way... I'm a ghost now. Boo! Hamlet was supposed to die, no me, not my queen, not Laertes... no one but Hamlet. He died of corse, but I should have lived!
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