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11:11 is a time to wish. i wish for you and for you to be happy. I don't tell you this though. I give you a hint by telling you I have wished for it since 7th grade. You say you have an idea and you probably do. You are probably sitting there hoping that idea in your head is wrong. I'm not stupid. I know things. I don't want to know things, but do I know things. They say i'm trying to steal you away though. I don't steal. I either pick up broken pieces or earn what was mine to begin with. Sometimes it's hard, other times it's easy. I know what I want. I can't have that. I'm very sorry.

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