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I'll draw the line, it's too far gone, predictable like dot to dot to map these problems out again. Our criminality self-made, insufferable, ill-timed, insane; all but an ounce of pride to gain. Though, guaranteed to cut a loss, we'll kid ourselves it's worth the cost for half a gram of happiness, with half of that stuck on the desk. We've only got a quarter left: it's all to play for, do your best.
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Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
rush and roulette
I'll draw the line, it's too far gone, predictable like dot to dot to map these problems out again. Our criminality self-made, insufferable, ill-timed, insane; all but an ounce of pride to gain. Though, guaranteed to cut a loss, we'll kid ourselves it's worth the cost for half a gram of happiness, with half of that stuck on the desk. We've only got a quarter left: it's all to play for, do your best.
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Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
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