Fuck this shit.
I hate you. How the fuck could you do this to me?
Fuck you. Die.
All I want to do is talk/cry.
Any ears/shoulders?
All I want to do is talk/cry.
Any ears/shoulders?
I do a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory. Now you know, no one has ever loved anyone as much as I love you.
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