Tiimmy’s curse

I stumbled on Tiimmy turner. Literally.

It grew popular at the time, everyone listened to it, it was everywhere.

I did listen too, one too many times, and then it faded away from the general public.

But one way or another it stuck to me, or I stuck to it…

I kept on listening to it for a year and half straight almost everyday.

It became my alarm, ringtone, most played, top of recently played, it became a part of me.

I listened to it through every issue I faced; (sad, happy, gloomy, broken), best and worst, I had Tiimmy by me.

It became my curse. (Self inflicted).

First place I go when I get a terrible or ecstatic experience. Just like the ones we’ve been through together

Now I can’t do away with Tiimmy.

My buddy was even willing to write a program to wipe it off all my devices, LoL.

Now I’ve squared with Tiimmy. I cursed myself with Tiimmy.

Tiimmy Tiimmy Turner. He know he had his soul in the furnace.

Dear Tiimmy Turner.

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