...and I can't breathe through my 3rd eyelid.
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- philbony
- You believed in their stories of fame, fortune, and glory. Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age. The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high. And you hide, hide, hide...behind brown and mild eyes.
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