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Poetry from the HeartOh boo hoo I'm slicing my wrists for you. ANNGER!!@YT#%%^crying in some bullshit, totally don't get it. Something about ur shirt I gave you, idealistic memory that wasn't even real goes here.Poetry from the Heart
why do you h8 me!? I LOVE YOU. DDDDD: I'M CRYING YOU JACKASS. U knoe wat then!???!@s FUCK YOU.
Kicking dirt IN UR FACE. WHERE IT BELONGS. OOOOOHHH WUT. blah blah blah -
The fucking woe, the fucking woe it is EXCRUCIATING. OH GOD MY HEART. It bleeds so darkly
Blackest blood of motherfucking black and fucking. some shit a

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