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Happy birthday Lance.
I hate the word promise, and I hope to never hear it again. I feel like it's a word that travels along with it's good friend broken. That pushed me over the edge and now I don't need your help anymore. I'm proud of you for everything you do, and I was fine before that word was thrown in. I can handle my life without you now ( Read more... )
I hate the word promise, and I hope to never hear it again. I feel like it's a word that travels along with it's good friend broken. That pushed me over the edge and now I don't need your help anymore. I'm proud of you for everything you do, and I was fine before that word was thrown in. I can handle my life without you now ( Read more... )
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