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Jan 2014
where does it start and where does it end,haven't had a real friend for years haven't got any sympathy for anyone but me
they call me a narcassist they call me ugly they can call me whatever they want I'm not answering
he calls me to tell me to **** myself and she messages me acting like she knows me and that's just the way the world is soon it won't mean a thing were just 1 moment in a million,these people have no idea

their thoughts are not their own,***** doesn't it?
don't know what it's like for them
why bother to pretend?
they've been like that since the beginning but I don't know how long it's been
Alexandra rose
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Alexandra rose  New Jersey,USA
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