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Sep 22, 2005 21:32

Dear Diary,
What the hell? I'm going to bitch to you, diary. I'm so sad, diary. Why am I so sad, Diary? The body count is rising, diary. Why are you doing this, diary? His mouth hardly ever opens, diary. But what more can you ask of a corpse, diary? I love you, diary. Don't fucking die on me.

la;kshg;lashg;lahsdg.
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