I know you're listening. I know you're there. I'll cut the dick hype. Pull up a chair. We get listless and worn with age. I can see it now, there's a crack in the page. There's no shame in shutting down we could stay born and think aloud.
It wasn't you. It didn't break. But we could use, a lick of paint.
Remember Idaho with nothing to do. It can get like that sometimes it's true. There's medications that we can take but they kill out judgement and strip the paint. There is time, so take some rest don't worry too much it can be repaired.
It could be me who's to blame. I think I need, a lick of paint.
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