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Your lieing fucking fuck face I wanna punch you in the face you promised me you wouldn't ever leave and you did why would you play me like that like really I love you and you do this to me making me look crazy to your friends and making me feel crazy cuz I think your cheating and I was right and who gets hurt me fucking ass hole you are Dylan just know you will never fined another one like me don't come to me when things don't work out with her I am dine with you. You have broken me to the point of wanting to kill myself thanx for the lesson I hope you die alone marry fucking Christmas you pec of shit.
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