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I dont keep company, for company keeping me. Batt an eye at the substance, yet dilute as not to see. Another fix for another bug with only cold shoulders for a goodbye hug. They'll sell you inches, when it's the miles that you need. There's no friends within the trenches, we're acquaintance by disease.
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