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And everything turns to **** but it’s not like I’m a professional. All this time I spent lying to myself, and only now did I get it. **** you. If you don’t understand this now, then you’re not supposed to. There’s no flavor, no reason, nothing. No mark to be made. No accomplishment will define you. All this time I spent lying to myself. I have my chance to move forward and I’m trying.
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
"Supermarket."
And everything turns to **** but it’s not like I’m a professional. All this time I spent lying to myself, and only now did I get it. **** you. If you don’t understand this now, then you’re not supposed to. There’s no flavor, no reason, nothing. No mark to be made. No accomplishment will define you. All this time I spent lying to myself. I have my chance to move forward and I’m trying.
austin-heath
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
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