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It infuriates me. It rejuvenates me. It frustrates me. It creates me. It kills me. It fills me. It weakens me. It strengthens me. It deceives me. It receives me. It IS me.
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May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 9:15 AM UTC
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It infuriates me. It rejuvenates me. It frustrates me. It creates me. It kills me. It fills me. It weakens me. It strengthens me. It deceives me. It receives me. It IS me.
john-hill
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May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 9:15 AM UTC
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