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Nov 09, 2005 12:08

Ach you're fucking killing me.
And you don't even realize it.
Every day that goes by makes me want it to work out less.
And I wanted it to work out a SHITLOAD.
Still do.
Just a little less than before.
Sorry, but you're not gonna get too many more chances.
Pretty soon you're gonna lose me for good.
Especially if you're not there for me like you haven't been lately.
Just gets harder and harder.
I guess in the end, what I want dosen't matter... Only what you do.
So you need to decide what you do want.
Right quick.
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