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19 december 2011

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Daddys Gurl
Daddys Gurl

Ripped out

My heart feels like its been ripped out thrown around, stomped on, stabbed a hundred times, and put back.I am now no longer on the top of the world.I am lower then the maggots in the ground.As they crawl all over me I wish I would just disrepair,
go away even if its to another world start all over and not even then will i feel better.

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