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Aug 2014
Why is it that I continually cry my self to sleep?
I find your jokes painful and crushing.
You call those insults jokes, how about you direct them towards your self! How would you feel if this was a continual thing! Day in and day out, night and day, morning to dawn. You just can't get enough can you I'm done with your **** now is when I step up and still get put down!
Boys, brothers boyfriends, crushes, flirts, and exs they make me want to cry and be alone they play there game then leave you!
Casey Nichol
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