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HOW COULD YOU

It wasn't my fault It's yours I didn't fuck you over You fucked me over Fuck you I hate you I hope you burn in hell Leave me the fuck alone I was happy Until you fucked it up I want nothing to do with you I hope you fucking suffer It's all your fault I'm done with you I'm done with all of this FUCK YOU I'm done Bye
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jonah-lavigne
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jonah-lavigne
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Published
Mar 18, 2014
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