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1,000 Days500 hours.
As the hours slug along through the course of the day, it feels like the days are interminable. I can't move on. I'm stuck in time; hung up. You're all that's on my hazy mind. I flip through the blank pages of the newspaper when I see that our favorite band is playing in the city. I bitterly smile as my thoughts are flooded with you. You.
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