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i dont have time to do much. its like every time i get time some one needs to die, which means i have to go and take them to the place they belong. thats my job, and no one else can do it but me... this life of mine is slowing me down. it holds me back. all i have is a prety face, but every where else i have skares that mock me at every turn. its seems hopless to go on but i must, for if i dont push my self i will never make it back...