5/11/2006
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corina...
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Hey fuck face… its ok I cant love again. I understand that. I had the car and the house. I had the girl with her skirt all pushed up and I say , I say…. Fuck where am I now. I mean. So scared of all this shit. Tom is out in the living room… smoking weed like brad pitt in True Romance. I am here. Just me and all these skeletons just sort of dancing to the tunes. The music. Where did it get me? I thought about turning it all back. But fuck it. I think I need this. I need her not loving me, I need me not loving her. Porn at my finger tips, basketball, football, good as ever.
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