你们有忘了我么~~ 有么有么有么~~

。。。。

啊，木有，小新家的那条狗

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I can't tell you what it really is.
I can only tell you what it feels like.
And right now it's a steel knife in my windpipe.
I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight.
As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight.
High off the love, drunk from my hate,
It's like I'm huffin' paint and I love it the more I suffer, I suffocate.

小白纸，啥时候放假回来。

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小新在这儿