Bingee

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By SMILING DARKNESS

Please get the fuck away! I don't care. It's not my fault. That's what I say. I feel my body fold every move I make. I ate everything. Oh how my stomach aches. I know what will happen. I know it will be stored. How worthless I have become. I really wish I was alone. Get rid of the habbits. And let me be free. And then maybe I can be happy

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July 7, 2009 12:07CUTTS**AND_A_BROKEN_HEART

amazing aswell, i can see emotion, very good