REACHING FAR, NOBODY KNOWS?
I can imagine my death butt I'll never tell, butt closer I get up Inn age likes of wines, we be4 itll expires do butt feel likes wine 2endulged Inn it, well, freedom's likes of Drunken Masters, wise men would, wouldn't match stick men duplicated, Looks likes me uncanny but not me, I'm here,/ I Know alternate universe? watching ur look alikes doing things? Twilight zone, maybe?
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