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Dec 2015
Time, is gone, it never comes back, flies right past and knocks you on your ***, as you recover it flies by again, aΒ vicious cycle that never ends. Falling and falling until we are dead.
What is life, its pretty pointless
Antonio
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   mikecccc and Samuel Hesed
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