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a letter to all who've played my game:
*names be not mentioned you know who you are*

my world ended febuary sixth in the year of two thousand
thats the day i grew up and got a real life
don't spread rumors unless you can back them up when they get back to the victim
hiding doesn;t make things go away, it just stalls the outcome
never believe anything until you hear it from the source, if i did that i'd be a hypocrite
and i bet you'd be the first to bring it to my attention
and never forget - no matter how good the story sounds, someone one day will have just as good of one about you
paranoia is an 8 letter word
and so is farewell

handicapped