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I must have missed the part where there is such a thing as an invalid reason to break up with somebody. Or does that only apply for ourselves?
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Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death
All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest.
-Breathin, Tupac.
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