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Sunday, February 3, 2008

I AM FEELING SO, SUCKY.
i am suppose to be flying high after shopping with baby.

DAMN.
sometimes, i say things i dun mean to.
i sound harsh-er den i intend to.
becos, i care.
i want the best for you.
idiot.
y?
you arent the only one hurt.
well, we all were.
remember, we are in this shit together,
so ya, brother, you are NV ALONE.
u get it?
damn
i sound like an old grandma.

alright, almost there.
hang on ya.
pulling through
woooooo.



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