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he doesn't love me back, but there's a dead bird on my driveway. he froze to death the night before last and we found him dead yesterday. im dead but somehow still alive but rhinos are going extinct and may be gone in 50 years time they might have it worse, i think. he doesn't love me there are sadder stories than this at least i am alive, unlike some babies i got the better end of the stick i did not freeze to death on the driveway and i'm somehow still breathing today.
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Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 4:09 PM UTC
the dead bird
he doesn't love me back, but there's a dead bird on my driveway. he froze to death the night before last and we found him dead yesterday. im dead but somehow still alive but rhinos are going extinct and may be gone in 50 years time they might have it worse, i think. he doesn't love me there are sadder stories than this at least i am alive, unlike some babies i got the better end of the stick i did not freeze to death on the driveway and i'm somehow still breathing today.
winter is the cruelest season
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Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 4:09 PM UTC
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