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I have an ulcer. An ulcer is bad, did you know? Do you know anything? I feel the ***** every night. My organs bubble with unease, anxiety scratching at my stomach walls, digestion is a luxury. You are a luxury. The price is climbing, you tax and you tax; you know you love a chase But I have an ulcer. You can’t chase a ******* thing with an ulcer.
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC
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I have an ulcer. An ulcer is bad, did you know? Do you know anything? I feel the ***** every night. My organs bubble with unease, anxiety scratching at my stomach walls, digestion is a luxury. You are a luxury. The price is climbing, you tax and you tax; you know you love a chase But I have an ulcer. You can’t chase a ******* thing with an ulcer.
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC
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