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what a waste of time fun in the moment Joy can not climb love is a hill go down from the bedroom and read are you listening still love is a skill best in mediation like a drug, prescribed by some shadowy, scrunching, salesman bent on levitation what a waste of time all alone and on your own moan moan what a waste of time
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Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 8:45 PM UTC
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what a waste of time fun in the moment Joy can not climb love is a hill go down from the bedroom and read are you listening still love is a skill best in mediation like a drug, prescribed by some shadowy, scrunching, salesman bent on levitation what a waste of time all alone and on your own moan moan what a waste of time
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Apr 14, 2026 at 8:45 PM UTC
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