I don't like you much.
You are this bag of skin who wastes time in dramatic stuttering.
Poor thing; it must be hard.
If you gain any wisdom from this chance we have at breathing, I would be surprised.
Don't clump me together with this mash-up.
I am not going to change my views and you will never truly understand where I am coming from.
That's fine.
I mean that with no sarcasm or anger.
It's fine.
Rant: End.
Friday, April 10, 2009
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