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She asked me to tell her story for you all today. I wanted to say
no, but how do you say no to a dead girl? I didn’t think you could,
either..
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and everything was backwards and nothing made sense but we went for it anyway. saturday and sunday, june 5th and 6th. 2010.
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i'm so tired of being a joke.and i'm so tired of.everything.stop
hurting me.i do my best, always.it's tearing me apart.you
can't see me crying.and..
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May 17, 2010.
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come on, now. every monday? fresh flowers, more tears...stop
crying for me. i’m okay now. it doesn’t hurt anymore. i hate
when you ask..
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written in september of 2009.
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written in september of 2009.
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do something for me, okay?tell my story at my funeral. you’re
gonna want to say no, but how do you say no to a dead girl? you
can’t sa..
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you're always lurking in the f*****g background.in everything i do, i
wonder if i'd do it different.and it's all your f*****g fault.and
i hate you..
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all i have left are frayed nerves,a flattened frame from being the
doormat,fingers worn to bone from writing it all out,and a bunch
of angsty poem..
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