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Puffy eyes, stayed up late That's what they say Broken window, glass in the seat Who would want an empty bag anyway? Manners lost, nothing but hate and strife. I hate when people can't even act in real life.
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
Morning Musing
Puffy eyes, stayed up late That's what they say Broken window, glass in the seat Who would want an empty bag anyway? Manners lost, nothing but hate and strife. I hate when people can't even act in real life.
josh-bass
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
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