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Jun 05, 2007 15:41

I am not seven years old, I can make my own decisions.
I'm sorry that by me leaving, you're getting less money.
But I don't think that should matter.
You can't keep me here to keep your pocket full.

You've been telling me to leave, or kicking me out for years.
Now I'm leaving, fucking be happy for once.
I'm doing as you say. So don't bitch.

I'm seventeen, I can do this.
I can establish my life without you.
You're nothing but the strings keeping me tied down.

Go fuck yourself.
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