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I'm scared, scared, that my purpose in life is to smoke cigarettes at 5 am. I'm scared, scared, very scared. That my purpose dwelled on life is to only be a product sold. but seemingly If I already had a toxic mouth and rotten lungs from the air I have taken in from the breath that was sold already by a consumer. Then, I have no reason to listen to everyone who says I will die from this.
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 5:04 PM UTC
Vacation obsession
I'm scared, scared, that my purpose in life is to smoke cigarettes at 5 am. I'm scared, scared, very scared. That my purpose dwelled on life is to only be a product sold. but seemingly If I already had a toxic mouth and rotten lungs from the air I have taken in from the breath that was sold already by a consumer. Then, I have no reason to listen to everyone who says I will die from this.
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 5:04 PM UTC
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