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i know. fucking sickens me. i texted her a few times saying hey, cathy gave me your number, if you ever need to talk about stuff i'm here type of stuff and i got a "i'll talk to you later." ugh.
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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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