Dear hip nerve or tendons,
I hate you. You leave me burning and in dispare as I wait to start my evening choir performance. Why can't you leave me alone? Why do you come with less reason and rhyme?
How can I ask your forgiveness so your spite towards me will be lifted?
Screw you and the constant burn.
Suck it,
Love,
rachel
Sent from my Windows Mobile Phone
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