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It's Thursday If it were Wednesday It would be the same again, you are not here So,      I think to call someone else and have regrettable *** and forget you for a night but I don't I'm tired of it I'll be alone So, I think I'll sit by myself drink     and talk to the gods they don't exist but they are nearer than you
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 6:02 AM UTC
Thursday
It's Thursday If it were Wednesday It would be the same again, you are not here So,      I think to call someone else and have regrettable *** and forget you for a night but I don't I'm tired of it I'll be alone So, I think I'll sit by myself drink     and talk to the gods they don't exist but they are nearer than you
jillian-jesser
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 6:02 AM UTC
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