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What's more impressive when I'm mortared to the ground for no reason, I find the joke is impaled (no joking) to the center of a block, therein lying a box with a note for future friends to find, and I hope it kills them too, here's our books getting wet, when I said shut up I meant come closer, when I said get out I meant smother me with the bedsheets, when I said go away I meant don't walk away ever, you should know that to understand us, to know this is an art sadly dying, not because I don't try, but because we never built on anyting but midnight calls and now I'm ruined I told you you'd be the death of me last week, I never sat on anything but sand and we've all heard how that one ends.

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