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My Tired Eyes: Or, How Bradley Learned To Continue Worrying And Became Rutger...
Oh, These Winter Blues. Oh, How They Really Do Love Me. Well… …It, Honestly, Feels More Like They Really Hate Me. Like, Really REALLY Hate Me… …A Lot. As I Told A Friend The Other Night… …I Looked At...
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…You Know You‘re Fu*ked. —At This Moment, I‘m Writing Just To Watch Myself Write. I‘ve Slept Less Than 35-Hours In The Past 10-Nights COMBINED. I‘m Irritable. I‘m Sullen And Moody. I‘ve Lost 15-LBS In...
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