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you know those nights when it's almost 2:30am and you're sitting alone in the dark in your basement wearing a ripped up flannel, strumming a guitar, listening to scratched Sublime CDs from middle school amidst week-old party decorations and used tea-cups and empty wine bottles and the breath of your sighs are full of cigarette smoke and alcohol and
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what a night
sorry for tearing your room apart with my face
it still hasn't healed.
sorry for being a maniac.
i am taking you out for lunch at rangoli for putting up with my ridiculous shit.
because i love you and you are my best friend.
okkkkkkkkkkkk
i am going to go throw up now.
love you bye!!!!!!!!!!!!
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