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it's not important two turtle doves... your memory was so potent, you forgot what it was. your psyche tells you, this is war. shit, i'm glad we hardly talk anymore. running around in circles trying to explore, but there's trash everywhere and i'm growing bored slightly tired. would these lines of coke help? now i'm wired. please take a seat. long overdue to compete, baby i understand you need to release just take a seat.
do you mean it? are my thoughts really incomplete like someone deleted. speaking is such a chore. no need to be vain, but am i still someone you adore? it's never the same. you'll never find me. though, some of me remain.
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