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blow the candle, it's over.
--it hurts.
Friday, June 25, 2010

10:58 PM

IT HURTS.
DAMN YOU. DAMN YOU. FUCK.
IT FUCKING HURTS.
WHY, WHY DOES IT HURT.
WHY THE FUCK DO I FEEL LIKE CRYING.
DAMNIT.
I DON'T LIKE HOW YOU SMS HER.
I DONT LIKE HOW YOU'RE SO CLOSE TO HER.
I DONT LIKE EVERYTHING.
BUT I WAS THE ONE THAT STOPPED SMSING YOU FIRST.
BUT, I WAS THE ONE THAT WANTED TO STOP THIS.
FUCK THIS.
but it hurts.
it really does.
i don't want to cry.
but the tears.
are falling.
it hurts.


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