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Jesus... thank you for making me feel SO much better... Im going to bed, maybe I'll day and get put out of my misery.
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You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
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