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i hate how people's lives go on without me. i don't know what i would expect to happen. like the suns just gunna drop if it's not you demand. or however that goes. whatever. new people in your pictures. new names on the tip of your lips. new scars on the side of your skin. we're all just a passing phase to each other. and i'm even worse at it that you. do me wrong and i'll cut you off like it never was and deny i ever knew you. i talk shit like a jealous junior higher and i hold a grudge like a fat black woman who lost her twinkie. christ, whatever was i talking about anyway?