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Nov 2015
hello again
it doesn't matter how many wigs you put on; you're still the same
underneath.

Saturday was Halloween, and a year ago to the day you were
pressed into a couch with hands places you didn't want them

You're a wreck of lines and characters and you wanted to throw up, and
you lied
and said you were done

We keep coming back to this subject.
Do you really think anyone would believe you?
It isn't ****** abuse if you don't stop it
if you can't force the sound out of your mouth
if you keep pushing it down because this is supposed to be right
right ?
this is what people always talk about

isn't it?
last halloween was awful and this halloween was just a reminder and it seems that no matter how hard i try spencer is gonna ******* haunt me for the rest of my life
rook
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rook  Winston - Salem
(Winston - Salem)   
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