Somedays i wonder if theres really enough in a lifetime to fix what you have?
or if your just supposed to deal with it and carry on.
I mean i could move and i could die my hair and i could change my clothes,
but at the end of the day i still feel the same. I still feel broken. and none of that "beautifully broken" shit either.
just ugly, used up, and
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