| Noose... |
My boots lost their laces today. Damn.
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I am burnt. Sun. Kicked my ass. Fuck, I hate the sun.
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I have been awake for twenty-three hours thus far. I think I will play some music, and perhaps later, I will retire my body from this day. Perhaps...
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I am going to miss Chase when he is gone.
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Maybe a few others, too...
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I like her taste...
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I'm done for now...
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I hate some people. People that don't know when they have crossed a line. People that can't stop drama. People that perpetuate. People that need to die.
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I hope you die. I hope it is soon. I hope it is painful, you fucking bitch. You don't know who this is to, but I fucking hate you. I hope it hurts real good...
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Dear Diary,
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Today I wanted to kill someone...