i wish i would die... i've broken down to staring at my celiling fan.. becuase i have nothing to talk about.. and i have no purpose... what's the point of keeping going.. i've asked myself this question too many times now... and i still have no answer... i mean i'm sure everyone would get along fine without me.. you guys do in chicago... no one
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