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| Dear twig boy, I no longer have a crush on you so stop passing me notes in Ms. Marla's class! | |
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| Lost in an oblivion ... my angish ... feels like an unfathomable living hell. The fatal blow she has delt shatters my soul into a million unrepairable, jaded little fragments ... | |
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| My fate is clear now ... the only peace I shall ever know is in the gentle arms of somber death. Goodbye, cruel world. May you someday feel the magnitude of suffering that my existance has brought me. | |
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It's ok. Just tell his parants you were too busy getting high.
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| Actually I was busy butt fucking his sister, but I think I'll use that line instead. | |
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