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bull fucking shit chris.

i'm close to having just enough.
i'm really close to throwing up.

if i will never be the same,
then why are you with me?

i call your bullshit.
i think you are bullshit.
you love me just the fucking same. you just aren't the same if i'm not fucking miserable while you are.

this is PTSD all over again.

2:17 p.m. - 2007-10-25

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