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I miss her

I often miss sneaking downstairs to
smoke cigaretts and think got damn what I needed this
and you know I dont smoke usually
Not alone but with You.
I miss her my friend
And all of the things that dont mean a thing to the  world-
.

gud vad fint. en föredetta duva.

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