"And now, I'm staring at my wrist.
Hoping that the time is right."
I hate who I am. I'm tired of this.
Fuck you, I'm dead..
"So I hold my tounge, forget the song, tie my shoe and start walking off. And just try to keep moving on with my broken heart, and my absent God and I have no faith, but it's all I want. To be loved and
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