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July 17, 2012

Unfinished

We're made of the same cloth, so don't desecrate me.
He yelled at me and made me cry when I showed him my list of people I wanted to die.
I musta been about 8. I learned from those mistakes.
You're nothing special and you're looking pretty old.
Wannabes make me laugh.
Posted by Serotonin Storm at 7/17/2012 09:04:00 PM
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