"I want you here...
I get tired of it...
Needs to happen.
This year sweetheart.
Before Winter, just like I said...
Monograms and all.
Peace."
was well over two years ago :-(.
I get tired of it.
It breaks my heart.
I hate work.
I don't like where I live.
Cause it's not where my heart is.
Hasn't been for years.
It just hurts.
This shit bout to hit the fan here at work before to long.
You don't listen.
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