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July17

There are nights where all I think of is you it's like a bomb in my heart waiting to go off The memories come running through my head like a beautiful movie with an ugly ending playing nonstop I start missing you insanely driving me into a high no stoner could ever achieve It's dreadful to know that here I lay in bed with all this misery while for sure ,you're in yours sleeping like a baby

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