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I'll Put A Spell On You.
Sunday
Running out.
No time, no time, no time.
No time for myself or anyone else. Everything is going to suck very soon.
I miss everyone.
Random; completely missed NDP this year.
And to my BFOL: WE DIDN'T GET THE CALL. SOB.
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If love is blind, if love's a drug
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