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why do my pet peeves follow me in every pair of eyes even the ones with three patience aint going to call on me its dead, at least its phone line is..... no answer.. suicide, diabetic shock over my brain like the 4 am train that blows its horn a mile before bccause its ****** at your neighbor
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Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 6:16 AM UTC
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why do my pet peeves follow me in every pair of eyes even the ones with three patience aint going to call on me its dead, at least its phone line is..... no answer.. suicide, diabetic shock over my brain like the 4 am train that blows its horn a mile before bccause its ****** at your neighbor
frances-lazarus-blackheart
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Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 6:16 AM UTC
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