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Tuesday, June 30, 2009, 6:09 AM

Where are you?
Where are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Stop it.
Its not funny.
Not. At. All.
I've been very understanding about you girls.
I listen. I talk.
And I don't think this is the perfect answer you girls are gonna give me.
I can don't give a fuck for all I care.
But I do care.
So come back.
I don't need an answer.
I don't need it when you girls are somewhere I don't even know.
Not even safe.
Not under my care.
For once, not even thinking about how I fucking feel.
Hah. To think I thought J&T knew me the best.
I guess it's all just a lie.
Don't come back then.
butistillcan'tstopcaringbecauseijustloveyougirlssosomuch.


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