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muhaaha be jealous.
omg.
i can't spell.
i can't think.
it's all because of you.
you make me sick.
regurgitation at it's best.
defecation, perhaps?
nah, constapation.
heh.
you know.. my fave lyric...
if you were to slit my throat, with my last gasping breath, i'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt...
hmmm.
brb.
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