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Jan 15
I keep a ciggerate in my pocket
Even though I quit a long time ago
It's half smoked
I **** on the filter whenever something happens to get my nerve
It's somewhat like a relic from the past
That haunts me
egg hot pot
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egg hot pot  17/F
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