I saw my life this weekend; Three years passed in three days. Fuck every minute of it. I needed to say something. Only a hundred times I didn't. Want to see gouging your eyes out at two in the mourning. Forget it. Yes, I can write faster. Type. Whatever. Fuck you. Stop the fighting. What are those levels? Tell them all do stop talking. Stop
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