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Saturday, September 20, 2008
she
was the saddest girl to ever hold a martini.
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impulse writer.
friends are the third most important thing to you ...
to you (unfinished, off the top of my head)
she
fuck me gently with a chainsaw
i am in love with the city that raised me.
are you "the rooster of illusion" or a wild goose ...
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