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You know that feeling..... the one you get when you lose something special or when you lose your dog??
Well, imagine that feeling times fifty trillion.
Why is it every time i think about it, i find things I could have done differently.... the only way i can see this as being better is she knows her way home... oh yes she does...
fuck drugs, fuck you guys who do them with her, fuck her choices, fuck her friend, fuck my window, fuck the phone call, fuck us being home, damn all of you and all of those things to fucking hell.
dont you guys be fucking weak when it comes to drugs. some shit is serious.