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my hands smell like fish
i guess because I was fishing all day. didnt catch shit besides 2 catfish, one brim, a branch, and a peice of wood.
i should go wash them huh ? nah.... i'm lazy.
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Often times I wonder why
There's love and hate, theres live or die.
When sickness comes I must decide:
When feelings go, theres suicide.
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