dear james brown,
something big is going down and the forces working against me are stronger than ever. like a 'who will help me stop MookFish?' mentality. yet you dont speak to me anymore. you once called to me from far away. we survived an ocean together. did i wait too long for pancakes? 2 years is a long time.. i knew that the first time.. whats another 2? the love hate love that sworn me away and chased you twice begging to explain myself.
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