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you have no idea what a mistake you're making. it's so fucking ironic, that streets song on the tape I made for you sum up my exact fucking circumstances, but also, I don't know what to say. I just so fucking upset, so fucking indescribably pissed off or sad or I don't even know what. Like every negative feeling rolled into one huge fat chunk of "wow, I lost absolutely the only thing of any value in my life." One day, when he's beating you around some dingy house on some dingy street, you'll remember my face, my letters, my tapes, my promises, and you will really regret it, but don't worry, I'll tell you just where to find me; (and believe me, I'll be waiting) I'll be in my room putting my head through increasingly bigger holes in the drywall.........