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i've kept all this shit in for way too long without completely freaking out. where the fuck have you been? looking at your myspace i can see you fucking reply to other people, but when i comment you, you don't fucking reply! what the fuck? i just don't get it? are you sick of me? once in a while you'll update on here and i'll read it, they're always about missing people or disappearing, well it's time to fucking face people. you can't just come and go as you please and forget about all the people who were once in your fucking life. i thought we were best friends. but then when you sent that text message saying happy birthday, on the wrong day? that fucking hurt. you didn't remember which day was my birthday? what the fuck is wrong with you? we were best friends for five fucking years, closer than best friends, thicker than fucking blood, and you up and fucking leave. i haven't heard from you in maybe three months now, except for that one day you decided to show up in milford and tell me at 9 in the morning that you were in town. on a saturday. and, i rushed out of the house to see you, as if i wouldn't. but before that i hadn't heard from you in maybe six months? it's been how fucking long since we've had a conversation? whatever. you're not even worth my time as an aquaintence if you don't even get back to me when i tell you i fucking need you. thanks for nothing, gabrielle. |
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The kazoo is really really fun Well the kazoo is really really fun Well everytime I start to play it I will suck and I will blow And I know that sounds real slutty just like I'm a giant hoe But the kazoo is really really fun But the kazoo is oodles of fun But what do I love more than that, kids? Well, the kazoo is really really fun Well, that's all. |
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