I hate being sick. My troat hurts like a b***h. I woke up and it was like "fever and dry mouth" b***h!!
But I'm pretty much posting this journal for gold. so whatever, I'll do what I want.
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your face
Not to touch the earth, not to feel the sun.
Nothing left to do but run, run, run.
Lets run.
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Not to touch the earth, not to feel the sun.
Nothing left to do but run, run, run.
Lets run.