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Penny For Your Thoughts



And as you stare off into nothingness, a tear falls from one of  your eyes. What I would give to know what troubles you so. Keeping it all bottled up so much cannot be very good for you, trust me I know how it ends. You're going to go insane living like this. Penny for your thoughts? They'll be safe with me, I promise. Maybe it should be a dollar, seeing how important they seem to be. Help is what you seem to need so please penny for your thoughts?

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