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i'm in the emo mood again.
why do you have to keep pissing me off?
if you're sorry, you should at least try to change.
i've seen an improvement, but do you think that its enough?
get real.
and, thanks a lot for making me feel horrible, like ....
but, this let me see through my friends.
now, i'm doubting some of your friendships.
you're drawing further and furtheraway from me.
and it hurts.
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