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Sunday, April 13, 2008
I just quarelled with one hella bloody fucker.

I need to go out.
I need someone to talk to.
I need some time away, away from this miserable place.
I want to go to the beach and scream my lungs out.
I need someone's shoulder to cry on. I have my own hands to cover and wipe my face _!_
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