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I feel like Saya is posting this because she's mad that we made a bigass southwest salad the night before I left and only ate a few bowls. I still feel bad about that. Though I ate the 40 dollars of candy even when it made me sick, though. >.>
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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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