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PEOPLE DO IT EVERY SECOND, MINUTE, HOUR. EVEN NOW. THINKING ABOUT EACH OTHER. THEY DECIDE WHAT’S THE BEST. THEY SUGGEST. THEY THINK EVERYTHING THROUGH. SO SAD TO BE INVISIBLE SO SAD TO BE LEFT BEHIND HOW IT’S EVEN POSSIBLE THEY FORGET ABOUT ME? THEY DIDN’T. BUT YOU WILL NEVER FIGURE OUT.
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 6:15 AM UTC
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PEOPLE DO IT EVERY SECOND, MINUTE, HOUR. EVEN NOW. THINKING ABOUT EACH OTHER. THEY DECIDE WHAT’S THE BEST. THEY SUGGEST. THEY THINK EVERYTHING THROUGH. SO SAD TO BE INVISIBLE SO SAD TO BE LEFT BEHIND HOW IT’S EVEN POSSIBLE THEY FORGET ABOUT ME? THEY DIDN’T. BUT YOU WILL NEVER FIGURE OUT.
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 6:15 AM UTC
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