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i hate the part when i have to always come out with a title. shall leave it untitled from now onwards, unless otherwise stated.its nice to have jack daniels with me every other night. when i felt so tired above everything else, jack's always here to put me to sleep. just like how he sits in now, together we flipped thru pages and pages of what i called memories. they were awfully bitter. shame on me that it happened.
if i even matter to anyone.
seb at 3:39 AM
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