| April 2, 2016 | 11:20 pм |
Everything тнaт нaѕ нappened ιѕ ғυcĸιng вυllѕнιт.
ι ĸnew ιт waѕ coмιng вυт ι dιdn'т wanт тo вelιeve ιт.
ιтѕ lιĸe everyтнιng ιѕ repeaтιng ιтѕ ѕelғ agaιn.
everyтнιng ιѕ jυѕт ѕo ғυcĸed υp.
ι can'т вelιeve ιт'ѕ all нappenιng agaιn.
ι waѕ really happy.
вυт ιт dιdn'т laѕт long.
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