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To whom it may concern


To whom it may concern, These days I've been far too nice and way too fucking lenient. Now I can't ignore the hurt pain and disgrace from being a fucking idiot. They say patience is a virtue, well who the hell are they. Why the fuck should I give a shit what those fuckers say? Nice guys finish last. And only fools rush in. But now I'm done being nice... and my patience is wearing thin. Propper manners and suttlties went down in flames. No responses answers or statements need be explained. All that, one would have to care for it to matter now. I just don't give a fuck already, as far as I'm concerned... im pau. No more mr nice guy. No more mr understanding. Fuck that fuck no. This time was the last fucking straw I just rather fucking go. Fuck fake friends. Fuck him. Fuck you. Alla yall Fuck off. Go ahead do whatever you want, cause I've fucking had enough. I no longer want anything to do with two faced fuckers like you. So again this is the end fuck you fuck that fuck off... cause now I'm FUCKING THROUGH...
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