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| Get What You Deserve |
| I hope she hurts you. I hope she rips your heart out and tears it apart, making you feel the hurt and pain, that I have. I hope, that just when you think everything is going great she's gone. (Ran to a seventh grader) And you'll question what you did wrong, or what you didn't do at all. I pray that you'll sit there and feel like crap, because you will, you'll feel it then, and I'll laugh. Hysterically. (I'm sorry, I can't control myself.) October 2, 2001 |
| *To D.A. - who knows nothing of how much he's hurt me or how to treat people.* |
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