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I sense I am irrelevant through your irreverence in the other room cheap songs of love played under the ones I choose let me speak to you like an idiot - and that makes me smart **** you” softly entered - then blurred my vision I think I am sick but dont know it yet but Im probably alright and I am glad I feel alright dont sweat it but sweat it out “at the end of the day right” with a long line of acquaintances what are you raising your eyebrows about with reactions like that - you shall be the subject of another bout
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
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I sense I am irrelevant through your irreverence in the other room cheap songs of love played under the ones I choose let me speak to you like an idiot - and that makes me smart **** you” softly entered - then blurred my vision I think I am sick but dont know it yet but Im probably alright and I am glad I feel alright dont sweat it but sweat it out “at the end of the day right” with a long line of acquaintances what are you raising your eyebrows about with reactions like that - you shall be the subject of another bout
thibaut-v
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
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