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Two days before the year end Two years ago you're wounded Three hours of healing with hard drinks and one whole day of starving back then. It hits you fast and back thrice. Isn't it good. To see you two days from now getting ready for another rough year, holding words; holy mother of all cats I survived.
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Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC
Your kind of new year
Two days before the year end Two years ago you're wounded Three hours of healing with hard drinks and one whole day of starving back then. It hits you fast and back thrice. Isn't it good. To see you two days from now getting ready for another rough year, holding words; holy mother of all cats I survived.
ecka-abraham
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Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC
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