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π•Ύπ–™π–Šπ–›π–Šπ–“ 𝕽. (𝕾.𝕴.𝕽.3)

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Yes it was ok I had to go back and get a new phone but it didn't get to you until you sent me a message on my way back home and it didn't seem like a good day for you to know you were in the same boat.

Cryptic...

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I was making swiss steak, and someone told me I should write a book about beating my meat.

Now, I know it's a big task, and I'm sure I'll have my hands full...but I'm certain I can whack this one out of the park.😁

I was making swiss steak, and someone told me I should write a book about beating my meat. Now, I know it's a big task, and I'm sure I'll have my hands full...but I'm certain I can whack this one out of the park.😁 #ItsAJokeWhileSir3isCertainlyAnExpertOnTheSubjectNoBookIsComing
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We hid under the earth in silence, as the ones above were picked off one by one in a cacophony of agonized screams.

It stunk of death, but the were the worst. You could see them, feebly lit by the glowsticks, gnawing their way through the innards of our brethren.

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We hid under the earth in silence, as the ones above were picked off one by one in a cacophony of agonized screams.

It stunk of death, but the were the worst. You could see them, feebly lit by the glowsticks, gnawing their way through the innards of our brethren.

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My first real with death was back when I was using. I took everything I had and walked down to the river, where I immersed myself in its depths.

It let me go. It wasn't time.

Did I use again? Yea, for a while, anyway. Old habits die hard.

And I guess...so do I.

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