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What we had was not love but one and only one day of how do u say a ting. It was like eatting a nice granola bar the first bite is great and u r like yum then the second one just as good but u r not the first or second u r the very last bite nothing but pure hate and evil. And 2 my little tippmann i rem when u was a nice young boy playing and jumppping and running what ever happened 2 that. Now look at u nothing but a sad lost little boy who cant even find his way out of a shoe box. Just wish u would pull that potato out of your bum bum and be your self again the silly little polish boy who lived down the street from mee.
Ps. Mystycs I DONT LOVE U !!!! HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHOHOHOHO AHAHHAHAHAHAHAH