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The solitude finally got to me. I want friends but I don't want friends. This is some sort of cry for help. I don't know where I belong.
Sometimes I wanna be WHERE EVERYBODY KNOWS MY NAAAME~ AND THEY'RE ALWAYS GLAD I CAAAME~ I wanna be where I can see, our troubles are all the same. I wanna be where everybody knows my name.
And by came I mean arrived.
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