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and I'd rather sit, pretend you're still here, than let any memory of you, disappear. Oh it's cold, and somewhere you are too, but there's a pill for that. and a pill for me. maybe two or three. We'll see how many I take before I'm able to be me. sans cold. sans memories. *We'll see how many* can you/I will take before I'm/you're able to be me/you. Tell me it was worth it.
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Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 3:11 PM UTC
Lack of repair without help.
and I'd rather sit, pretend you're still here, than let any memory of you, disappear. Oh it's cold, and somewhere you are too, but there's a pill for that. and a pill for me. maybe two or three. We'll see how many I take before I'm able to be me. sans cold. sans memories. *We'll see how many* can you/I will take before I'm/you're able to be me/you. Tell me it was worth it.
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Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 3:11 PM UTC
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