There are three sentiments which make up this abysmal day on the lonely upper east.
1. Bliss. Sun-soaked, sugar-coated bliss with a cyanide tablet baked right into the center. And because I still hunger for that bliss I am a
2. stupid stupid STUPID girl. I can almost get past the lies and think that I can ride this on for a while, but then he
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