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The guy that lives next to me is playing some kinda boring repetitive punk rock and singing along and it is two oclock on a saturday night and i've come home drunk and i can hear him singing along. I can't tell what he's singing about. So anyway, you love racquetball, don't you and you hate poetry
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keep on dreaming, hoping of an exciting future where we are all alive. |
never take anything away. keep everything. go go go.
Hello, , welcome to my world.
, you, are blessed