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Sunday, October 4, 2009
i never want to talk to you again, sorry.
don't call me, don't text me, don't write, e-mail, draw, think, come up to me in private or public.
it's not worth losing the most important thing.
i'm entirely sick to my stomach at how bad i fucked up. peace.
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