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Cigarettes do not burn this fast. I kneaded the thought into my skull, but it still refused to enter my brain. One day, (possibly) me and him will love and love how lovers do. But this will remain unknown. He will live a life of four-leaved clovers and rabbit feet. While I, will end mine, now.
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Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
setting fire to yourself.
Cigarettes do not burn this fast. I kneaded the thought into my skull, but it still refused to enter my brain. One day, (possibly) me and him will love and love how lovers do. But this will remain unknown. He will live a life of four-leaved clovers and rabbit feet. While I, will end mine, now.
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Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
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