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Smile, with your teeth kicked in, expired, the old best thing. Give up
On everything that ever mattered to you. Treat it all like it's falling apart. Make the most of everything. Because at some point it will all slips through your hands. It will all slip.
Getting off your high horse, jumping off of buildings, holding hands. Sometimes it gets to the point where there's no difference. There's no difference. There's never been
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