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You know, all the way over here, I tried to think of something to say. Some righteous wisdom to help you feel totally tubular again, get you back to your old self. But in the end, I guess things don’t really work like that. As much as I wish this was just boogie board in the shallow end, it’s not. Love is a strange thing dude. I mean were all primates right?
And our social bonds can be mega gnarly to the max. And I am so incredibly sorry that you have to deal with bogusness at this level. I want you to know I am here for you. Whatever you need. I am your main monkey. I am the ape to get you through this scrape. And, through is the way to go, homeslice. Through is the way to go.
I mean Look i'm not trying to sound like a shrink or a know it all. I'm honestly just here to be a homeboy, but if ur not ready to rap about it right this sec, thats chill. But know that I got ur back. You are in an extremely heinous and uncool situation. I love you, and I want you to live your best life possible.
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