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822.
Fucking hypocrites.
Don't tell my I can't do something when you do the exact fucking thing.
 
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821.
Aaron, come visit me in my dreams already.
I think about you everyday, and I miss you like fucking hell.
Hope somehow this message gets to you (even if it is a blog post).
I wish we could talk, even just for five minutes.
Love ya buddy, hope you are doing well.
RIP
 
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820.
"If god is real, he should have just killed me as a fetus.
Because if he knew I was going to grow up to end up like this,
why didn't he? I mean, he is a savior, isn't he?"
 
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819.
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
Drugs cause cramps;
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
 
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818.
I miss Duncan.
 
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817.
 
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816.
 
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815.
So Im having a BBQ instead of a grad dinner dance.
And I can only think of 3 people to invite, 2 who could come for sure.


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814.
Not going to the Dinner Dance anymore; I couldn't care less anyways.
 
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813.
Not sure what "best friend" is supposed to mean anymore.
 
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812.
Lalalala. Stoked to move out :33