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Donn Matthew Fitzgerald, I will always love you and miss kicking you in the shins. Death took you too soon. I can barely think without thinking about you.

No one will ever love me with my head screwed on wrong. The tocks tick by as loud as the day is long. We cover ourselves with pilled positions, shattering tongues with horrid assumptions. No one will ever love me with my mind never made up. I'm running to nothing with nothing to gain. Eyes pointed down and my feet non-stop. Come on baby, Death is a ( Read more... )

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don't know what to do anymore.

STOP MAKING NOISE. STOP STOP STOP.

IT'S 434 AM. HAVE SOME FUCKING SENSE.

It's 435 AM. Where is your sense.

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