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Feb 2015
Journey, do our duties

The thing, do a day, cafe

Dying in news but that's okay

I gotta duty to be doin or I'll be busy dying too

**** tootin

Spelling bees suddenly making sense to me

Spell socks backwards while sweating, and then **** your pants

Bahaha I got nothing, anyways let's dance
Hurt LockerFeed Birds
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Hurt LockerFeed Birds  25/M/San Francisco
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