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this_is_me_blowing_you_off
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silentbob
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Don't talk to me. Don't spread your negative attitude. Because i'm doing good and i don't need you fucking me up, criticizing everything i do. what did you ever do to help anything? ANd who asked you anyway
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020210
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clydeless bonnie
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mmm... salty...
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020210
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misstree
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thanks for the drink.
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020222
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continuous ache
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just the way you shrugged off the pain that you so callously inflicted. the only safe place for a tender heart is an impenetrable coffin nailed shut against your wrath. -you are crafting my apathy one deliberate stroke at a time....
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020226
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yoink
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as i sit here wearing my retainer, the same one from high school, wondering why you need me now, and you didn't before the tables always turn but it will only be temporary so maybe i'll be nice
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020929
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devalis
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No. I don't want to spend time with you, not even just for fun. Even if it won't be like "that". I don't want to ever see you again, or hear from you, or even remember that you exist, or that we ever did. Leave me alone. I mean it. Yes. I'm what's missing.
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020929
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i dont care
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this_is_me_not_caring
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020930
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squint
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ihavetogo bye (insert block here)
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020930
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phil
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how's it going? ... oh I don't know ... maybe we'll see eachother again ... alright, bye ...
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020930
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Dafremen
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And don't think I don't appreciate the incredible "blow" job.
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020930
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oak barrel
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I suppose we all forget eventually.... I miss you though...
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021001
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Kate
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Because all those memories are just a glance away when you come back for the Homecoming game.
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021001
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gay gizmo
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Sure yea, I had a great time! I'll call ya tomorrow....WRONG
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021002
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yoink
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stop teasing me like this just open up, you're the only one i think i can deal with your wall, my wall, both will come crashing down please let them
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021110
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celestias shadow
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oh, and here's my hand
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030901
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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