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One of those days?
Haha depends on what you mean by "those days".
"Those days" of which you:
- just wanna scream your lungs out for no apparent reason (best to find an empty space)
- the world is closing on you too fast and you can't find enough room to breathe
- you just want to be irrational, illogical and immature (enjoy it while it lasts....adulthood is just around the corner...)
:P
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