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I've had the same songs stuck in my head for the past 3 days.
My days are going by fast. And my nights even faster.
My neighbors are gone and guess who has the key to their house...
I live in the night.
I'm going to die from skin cancer, but atleast I'll die tan.
I know why I've been so tired.
I LOVE music.
I hate being jealous.
I hate everything about being number three.
I miss the past.
I have no regrets.
Well maybe a few.
I'm excited.
Don't let me down.
I love you.