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The tires were flat, The gas is dead Were trapped in this forest Constantly falling in a hole without an end
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
Forest
The tires were flat, The gas is dead Were trapped in this forest Constantly falling in a hole without an end
curiousowldiary
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curiousowldiary
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
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