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Jan 2014
I had a good day. I swear it.
Nice weather. Good company.
But you...
Bleeding stress hole in the lining of my stomach.
No. You won't let me have anything.
Won't let me have anything other than blood.
Gift wrapped in *****.
******* **** I hate you.
Jonan
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Jonan  tennessee
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