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" So here's a present to let you know I still exist.
I hope the next girl that you kiss has something terribly contagious on her lips.
But I got a plan. Drink for forty days and forty nights.
A sip for every second-hand tick.
And for every time you fed me the line,
“you mean so much to me...”. I'm without you. "
Why did I get myself into this?
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