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Mar 2018
I'm crying
because
I'm going to have to take more classes to graduate.

She's crying
because
her daughter just died of starvation.

How conceited am I?
Your Imaginary Friend
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Your Imaginary Friend  20/M/Vagabond
(20/M/Vagabond)   
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