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I am sorry


My nails have grown.

they press down on keys while I then think of the matter.

I have not thought this through but I know that since I've already done it, I wont stop thinking of it now, 

thinking of him now. 

Carina is

not my best friend. Shes an acquaintance at most. 

I did her a favor by proving hes an unfaithful man. 

Maybe next time she'll think twice before having lose lips. 

 

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I'm an 18 year old living in Chicago who's going to attend SIU in august.

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