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i type a familiar number on my screen it came out so naturally like walking to the kitchen when i wake up to make coffee i press the green button but immidiatly the red in case you answer and i have to talk and say what i feel i ******* miss you i'm ******* empty without you i'm ******* drunk
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Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 4:08 PM UTC
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i type a familiar number on my screen it came out so naturally like walking to the kitchen when i wake up to make coffee i press the green button but immidiatly the red in case you answer and i have to talk and say what i feel i ******* miss you i'm ******* empty without you i'm ******* drunk
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Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 4:08 PM UTC
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