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She forces me to hang up at 12:30 I think she's uncomfortable talking to me. I know she's going to tell her friends people like me Feel too. I'm not people like I told her. I'm a lot like the criers The people in black Self obsessed in their own self pity. I'm a horrible mix Of normal person And complete social degenerate To where I can't get along with either. She's going to tell All her buddies who think she's such a great person That she heard a person like me cry. Even more She's going to tell them She made me laugh. She was telling me How I felt. “You feel like nothing matters” She's the world's most depressing hypnotist. “You feel like you're living shallowly” Yes. She's a genius. I couldn't help But laugh at the silliness Of it all.
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Jan 13, 2010
Jan 13, 2010 at 9:41 PM UTC
Suicide Hotline
She forces me to hang up at 12:30 I think she's uncomfortable talking to me. I know she's going to tell her friends people like me Feel too. I'm not people like I told her. I'm a lot like the criers The people in black Self obsessed in their own self pity. I'm a horrible mix Of normal person And complete social degenerate To where I can't get along with either. She's going to tell All her buddies who think she's such a great person That she heard a person like me cry. Even more She's going to tell them She made me laugh. She was telling me How I felt. “You feel like nothing matters” She's the world's most depressing hypnotist. “You feel like you're living shallowly” Yes. She's a genius. I couldn't help But laugh at the silliness Of it all.
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Jan 13, 2010
Jan 13, 2010 at 9:41 PM UTC
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