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i hate this keyboard. i shrank everything and cant get this page back to the right font size.
i would take the shirt off. at least you could throw it away if you want to, i just randomly got mad at how my mother went through the trash to take out things i threw away and ask me why did that
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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