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Dec 25, 2005 21:54

I thought that the last thing that I could ever want on Christmas was to be this sick.

But the last thing that I wanted today was for you to fucking make me cry.

Sometimes I wish I'd never met you.
And ever since I've been sick you've neglected to take care of me.

I want to fucking punch a brick wall.
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