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... Okay... does it really matter? I really dont care anymore. If this is the last thing I write and suddenly be nowhere, dont be surprised. It isn't like I want to be this way. I just... am like this I guess. Life's a bitch and then you die... I wish the bitch part was over already...

-Avangeline

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