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I'm sorry. It's so funny. For every time, I say that I'm sorry. More blood of mine, spills on these god **** pages. I'm losing. A battle you once said, that I'd win. But I'm not. Your too far away up there, do you miss me too? I'm coming to see you soon. I'm sorry. It's probably getting harder to read with my blood spilling. I won't be like this forever the doctor said. Now I know why you left, And this is my final sorry too.
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC
Spilling.
I'm sorry. It's so funny. For every time, I say that I'm sorry. More blood of mine, spills on these god **** pages. I'm losing. A battle you once said, that I'd win. But I'm not. Your too far away up there, do you miss me too? I'm coming to see you soon. I'm sorry. It's probably getting harder to read with my blood spilling. I won't be like this forever the doctor said. Now I know why you left, And this is my final sorry too.
shannon-11
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC
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