Sunday, January 5th, 2003 | 18:42
Cotton to wool to fleece to cotton.

So much anger. So much loathing. Burger. Lookout! cuntbitchassho. So what am I getting at?
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I can feel my heart in my chest.
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I wish you knew what I was thinking.
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Hangingoverwhelmed

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