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i sighed, snuffing my cigarette out on the cold metal pole of the stairway. the air feels cold as it bites along my skin. memories of you come back into my head. i hate you, but i
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i sighed, snuffing my cigarette out on the cold metal pole of the stairway. the air feels cold as it bites along my skin. memories of you come back into my head. i hate you, but i
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