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Jun 2015
Even in my dreams
I worry about how
Much beer I got
Even when I sleep
I turn over
All those thoughts
With no escape for peace
My mind is working
Off the clock
Even all these trees
Can't seem to block
All these memories
The Jolteon
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The Jolteon
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