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Oct 2013
You want this perfect life.
All I see is a perfect lie.
So fed up.
With the flaws, the hicks.
It makes me sick.
Im slowly about to die.
Im slowly losing my own mind.
For ***** sake.
MY OWN LIFE IS AT STAKE!
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Casaria NightShade  Not tellin' you, stalker.
(Not tellin' you, stalker.)   
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