Fold and cut along the dotted line. Then you'll have two, and two is always better than one, right? Only when you're home alone, waiting for that phone to ring. All your friends are out tonight, and you miss the way you used to smell when you got back from a wild time. You miss the way your feet hurt. Now that pain lives in your heart. So fold and cut along the dotted line. Every second you wait is another chance you've lost.
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