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Haunted by this photograph.
Unfabulously, emo-atically, record-spinning, tumbling-moment, fudging-out, missile-ing, targeting, cursing mode, awesomemovies-deprived of, whats college for?, need to go shopping, *he could be you*, talking about noone really, noone to vent on, WHERE THE HELL DID MY SANITY GO?, gaining weight, shorter, bitcher, no squash no jog AGH, whos sexy?, electronic sounds heaven, i lost the cool maze book!!! schnits. , I quit-- cause you turned your back on me long ago anyway. So you know youre dead to me. I feel like snapping something, or snapping on someone.

Im still that angry child you see in those old photos.

Ill see you not so soon, Far.
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