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Maybe I'd **** myself later or tonight or tomorrow maybe even next week or a month from now or even a year. But then that would mean that all the **** that I did to start again would be wasted. So no, I'm tired of running. from this sick life, and the stupid lemons it keeps throwing Where the hell does it even get the lemons.
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 6:55 AM UTC
Wasted
Maybe I'd **** myself later or tonight or tomorrow maybe even next week or a month from now or even a year. But then that would mean that all the **** that I did to start again would be wasted. So no, I'm tired of running. from this sick life, and the stupid lemons it keeps throwing Where the hell does it even get the lemons.
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 6:55 AM UTC
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