dontmissthetrain.

iuana: [opera] mot mot mot moooot
tim tim tim teeee im!
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mot: [manea] siii eeeeuuuu sa moaraaa toti dusmanii meeei ce te mai im,tim tim tim tim!ueeeeeeepa!

nu respect batranii.

singurul lor merit e ca au avut norocul sa traiasca pana acum.

we struggle to remember. we struggle to forget.

we’re just drowning the pain.

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good times with good friends.

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have a shot and wash it down with another drink. 

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.it didn’t seem to matter that we were underage.

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and the days go by.

and the weeks go by.

and the years go by.