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Oct 2016
Hey.

I know it's difficult to keep your mind in the present. Why do you think I'm here?

But you know, some day, that person looking at you from across the room will walk up to you and say the **** you've been waiting to hear for a thousand years.

Don't give up.  You owe it to yourself.
Plant some flowers or something.
Darkly
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Darkly  28/M/Wisconsin
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