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Pissed. Hurt. Angry. Damaged. Fuck That. And For What? Fuck That. What's The Reason? Fuck That. Someone Else's Stupidity? Fuck That. I'd Rather Be By Myself Than With Someone Who Can't Appreciate My Worth. Fuck That. While You're Busy Figuring Out Why Things Are The Way They Are They're Busy Making Moves. Fuck That. Raw. Real. Honest. Fuck That. I'll Keep My Thoughts To Myself , Hold My Own Feelings In.
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Jan 2, 2012
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