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Hex
This genie spell hex you put on me will kill me.
I want to die.
I'm sick of the anxiety and shit you cause me, in my head all the time.
Why did you magically bind me to you?
We belong together? Horse shit!
You belong in the bottom block.
You're nuts and drive me insane.
I must end my life and get away from you. Permanently.
I borrowed my mate's pistol. He...
Saturday 20th July 2013 4:37 pm
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