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Nov 2013
And I used to be just like you are
But I survived and I'm not just selling
False Hope
Just handing out
Your painfully truthful Fates

No, I am a walking almanac
And I can tell you that in eight months
You will still be trapped down in this dark

I wish you make the best of your time down here
Because this is as bright as it'll get for you.

Goodbye and Good Luck.
Sora
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Sora
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