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| 10:31pm 04/05/2006 |
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dear you_
were not getting better.
were actually getting worse.
and i really wish that we werent.
but i know we are.
you never want to put up with my shit anymore.
and i dont blame you.
im afraid of losing you.
but you'll be happier without me.
im sorry that we're not gonna get married.
ill love you forever.
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