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not good
im upset
i love someone to death, but i fucking hate them
im torn apart
i want to punch walls and rip the drywall apart with my hands
but in a way, it is my fault; i said i forgave them for something a long time ago, and well I actually didn't and I have a lot of bad sad mad feelings bottled up inside
but i get to work all day on the farm, by myself with my pipe it'll give me time to think
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RIP Gov 
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