I'm sitting here thinking about the people that have hurt me most in life. How depressing right...wrong. I'm remembering the happy memories because obviously there were moments that I cared for these people or it wouldn't matter that they are gone now. I may want to rip their heads off and shove my foot up their asses but there was a time that I had love for them. So, I'm feeling nostalgic and I'm enjoying the moments that made me love them. Those were some good times before the world came crashing down.
Whom are we referring to? Humm...
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