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are you really so ill that you can not stomach one word I tell you you just nod off as if you want to sleep and then turn up the music the music you play isn't creative and now when I look back at this memory maybe you aren't either maybe it's what I have needed to see all along that you were flawed worse than I was and I was only flawed because of you but then again I still need you I don't know if I can look at you, though
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Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 1:10 PM UTC
sleep, darling. sleep.
are you really so ill that you can not stomach one word I tell you you just nod off as if you want to sleep and then turn up the music the music you play isn't creative and now when I look back at this memory maybe you aren't either maybe it's what I have needed to see all along that you were flawed worse than I was and I was only flawed because of you but then again I still need you I don't know if I can look at you, though
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Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 1:10 PM UTC
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