11/02/08
fuck you both then
another fuck you - another retraction bound to follow - i guess it all means nothing, except for whatever meaning may be found in the fact that i'm writing this - forget the ex, why should i even write anything? and i'm not forgetting, despite wishing to - so much wasted time, i should give up - when i don't even get responded to, after asking to be friends again - when i'm thrown away like garbage, just like the last thirty, forty times - and fuck my former friend, who sees and still cavorts on that side of the fence - only that side - fuck the both of them - i don't ask for much - and i don't get anything - not from them - fuck them both - good thing the universe will grind all these stupid emotions into dust
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or, then both you fuck!
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