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I'm sorry Despanan, I know I owe you a post. I'm working on how I want to articulate it, but it's becoming more and more trivial as time passes. I made a mountain out of an ant hill and I feel like I should prioritize Jonathan's roadrunner attitude.
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Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death
All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest.
-Breathin, Tupac.
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