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  <description>fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smoking your last lucky lucky strike on shitty terms fucking sucks. sorry pio, i was going to give you a pack or two but life fucking blows right now. i will buy you a pack sometime for sure though, miss you dude, seriously aren&apos;t many people you can rant with and trust to actually listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it bad to want to soak a family member in gasoline, light a match, and watch them burn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life certainly gives you lemons and i am sick of making lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to get shitfaced, fuck life.</description>
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  <description>with summer around the corner i almost want to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot me.</description>
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  <description>&quot;Be a first rate version of yourself, not a second rate version of someone else.&quot; - J.G.</description>
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  <description>&quot;I can&apos;t be running back and forth forever between grief and high delight.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;- J. D. Salinger</description>
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