14 September 2009

Two Strikes.

&You're out.

Honestly, don't fuck with me. If I don't reply back, it's not to get @you, it's to preserve the little hope of the friendship that I thought I wanted to keep. I don't want to say anything that I'd regret. So, all in all, I'm getting shit done &I need time away. It's the greatest poison out of all the carcinogens my body - my life - is already containing. No arguments here. Period.

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