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How will it all end? We will never know I suppose. Just guessing, I'd say that 2012 can't come soon enough for those. Those who fret and panic daily. Those who say that we're all crazy. Lazy days are dead and gone, now have the will to carry on. Left again to my device. I turned away to find a life. But live young man and do it fast. 27 in 2012 looks like a blast.
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