Dear Deja Vu,
How does it feel to know that your very existence is to annoy people? Does it make you feel like a man that you are hated by everyone? Congratulations; goal accomplished, jerk.
Love,
Lynna
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This is just a look into the twisted diary that lives inside my head ranting (sometimes inappropriately) about objects that most likely are undeserving of my rage.
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