I need to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ listen to Yeat. I haven’t listened to Yeat in 3 minutes. 3 ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ minutes. My doctor gave me a small bell and said I had to rub it every time I felt like listening to Yeat. The bell melted in my hand before i got home from his office. I smell like death. The smell of percocet-pheramones and nyquil-precum is pulsating from my body. I have never felt so pent up in my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ life. I need to listen to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Yeat. I would suck Yeat’s ♥♥♥♥ if I saw him. I need Yeat.

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