May 23rd, 2004

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Dear Heart.

Please stop believe everything Dwight says. It's really not fair. Because you know he's lying, he has to be, because he's never been this sweet before.

Oh I hate you. For. Believe.

</3 Your brain.


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Dear you,
I wish I could make you see what I see. You say you don't wanna see me in person anymore because you don't want to either want me more than a mate or dislike me as a person. Why? You were the one who suggested it. I don't think we should be friends anymore. I really don't.

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