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I've always wondered why My umbrella had so many holes Never suspecting the knife Held tightly in my other hand
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC
The Rain
I've always wondered why My umbrella had so many holes Never suspecting the knife Held tightly in my other hand
We are truly our own worst enemies
cowin-alan
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC
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