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Carpe Diem
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And I think I should tell you, you’re in for a terrible disappointment. - Alfred Kinsey -
My Birthday is May fourth nineteen ninety.
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One thing…
always goes into two, things. With the majority of those things we all come together to conspire ourselves into a precipice of hauntings and slys around the corner, and in confessions face we spit, reattribute our memorys into a stage set for “The greatest love story to ever be told” set in the manor of hell.
