Aug 08, 2006 12:20
I FIND THAT, WHEN I THINK OF YOU I GET SICK TO MY STOMACH, IN SUCH A WAY I WANT YOU HERE WITH ME, SO YOU COULD MAYBE SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE. I'VE DONE NOTHING, BUT MAKE EVERYTHING EASY FOR YOU, WHO THE FUCK CARES IF IM DIEING INSIDE, YOU CAN BE HAPPY, YOU CAN THINK EVERYTHING IS FINE. YOU HUMILIATE ME.
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ILL BE HERE FOR YOU, NOT SOME FAGGGGGOT THAT CHEATED ON YOU.
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