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Fuck you February.
Shit always falls apart around this time of year. It never fails. A part of me assumes this is some kind of self fulfilling prophecy or perhaps my subconscious inflicting it's desire for self destruction onto my environment.
Either way, the notion stays the same.
Fuck you, you little runt bastard child of a month.
Shit always falls apart around this time of year. It never fails. A part of me assumes this is some kind of self fulfilling prophecy or perhaps my subconscious inflicting it's desire for self destruction onto my environment.
Either way, the notion stays the same.
Fuck you, you little runt bastard child of a month.
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