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think about the past few months.i am doing practically nothing lately. i reckon its a good thing. things jus changed for a short two months. its like a pair of sharp claws dig into my heart, bloodily. after talking, as if guilt kicks in for me to say this, we will never go back to e days. and w/o guilt, i partied e nights away, w/o you. speakin about party, i buttered you up with a vip. and we all go yoohoo. xoxo, you boozes.had a not-so-great-week-yet-shop-till-i-drop in bkk. prolly its e companion. its strange i lug back 4 big baggages yet still paining me to see i should've get more. never mind about that.wouldnt you appreciate someone kind enough to send your dozens of clothes for alteration, putting all of your favourite songs together, go to no expenses just to send you to cloud 9, getting mars that rocks, from the north to west, central to east, roses right to your doorstep, fixing your addicts. would you not, rather.bye world.
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