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Garrett!
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My sweetheart, Garrett
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February 24, 2005
Nem...
Now Playing: Hail Mary by 2pac
"The freaky things that we do, let's keep between me and you."

Fuck you, Nem. Fuck you and I hope you roast in hell you fucking treachorous bastard. We were down, you knew that. Now, every time we talk its you trying to fuck with me. And then you go to Jack and air out the problems between us! Can't believe this shit, man, you KNEW that shit was in house, and taking that to my big brother? What? Can't handle your shit with me, you've got to run to him?
You know me, man. I can't forgive this now. I trusted you for way to long for you to be pullin this. Penitentary love is gone, Nem. You knew this would happen. And still you went and did it.
It really don't matter to me. Fuck you. You knew: one flase move and I will shut you down. It's not a threat, beacuse I've said it for the last time: I will put you through some sad times. Go ahead and try me! Watch the jury say: she walk. You can't touch me, can't rush me, but you went and pushed me. You know me Nem, you know I can't back down any more then you can. After all the years we been down
Aint no way no how, this bullshit can be true
We family and aint a damn thing changed... unless it's you. We were so close - whenever you were ridin, I went, almost some Bonnie and Clyde shit. And then you went and tripped.
So can I get a FUCK YOU from all my playas to Nem?

If you thinkin bout me like 'how you gonna handle this', that's my biz, and it is what it is. So you can hate me now, Nem, but I can't stop now... and I won't stop now. You gonna hate me, I'll hate you, simple as that, you don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck. Don't hate me - hate the money I see. Its a thin line between paper and hate, friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights, Hell or the pearly gates, I can see that now. I ain't a killa but don't push me - activate my hate, let it break to the flame. Penitentiary is packed, with promise makers, and we never realized the precious time we were wastin'. Institutionalized i live my life a product, Made to crumble, much to hardened for a smile, We're too crazy to be humble or step down... in other words, Nem, I don't know how this is gonna end. I just know that I can't ever trust you again, much like I would reccomend you never trust me again.

Regent

Written by Regent at 12:31 AM EST
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February 24, 2005 - 7:17 PM EST

Name: Koala

I don't wan to feel this way I know what's going on and I've got some opinions about the whole situation... But seeing as it's none of my business the best I can do is offer you all of my love and any time you're in need of just someone to talk to I'm here for you and if I have anything to say about it I always will be. You have to do what you have to do and sometimes that's not what you want to do or what should be done, all I'm saying, is that what one person thinks might be best, might be far from helpful at all to the person it mosts effects... I'm gonna shut up before I get everyone who knows I exist hating me, and right now almost everyone hates me already, or I hate them, or both, but either way it always ends up very bad for me. The greatest joke life will ever play on you is this "it's the little things you think about most, and when you do you realize that they weren't as little as you thought they were, and that's what made them so special, your ignorance to how important they really were..."

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