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So chilled out. When I die I hope heaven looks like this. Smoke all you want. Tan all you want. Chill all you want. Anything you want. No life hazard. No worries. No low self esteem. No responsibilities. No nos. Just peace. And instead of halos we’ve got daisies…
Daria
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