June 10, 2005

You never change. It's the last time I'd remember it. Happy birthday.

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I was 14 when you told me you needed to die. I rushed over and pepped talk you to life.

Now if you tell me again the thought of ending your life. I'd say go ahead. Tell me again what it's like.

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Sometimes u cant blame me for what i'm like.

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