You've taken. Everything.
My personality. My health. My look. My friends. My identity.
Tomorrow, please let me have just this one thing. PLEASE.
P.S.: You were NOT born with twelve fingers. I don't have to ask your mom, I K-N-O-W.
(42) Best friend-bullshit.
- December 10, 2008
- Mowthwaush
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