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No, see the sad part is
That you thought for even
a second that those folks
would see you for anything
but ๐ช๐๐ข ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ ๐ง๐ฅ๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐
แ โ๐'๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐โ
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nothing ever ends poetically. it ends and
we turn it into poetry. all that blood was
never beautiful . . . ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ซ๐๐.
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