this year, i drop the imaginary love, and all of the weak post-reality miserable hope scenarios. seeing myself while drunk driving home, i feel terrible, as i continually pour myself out on blossoms already proven in the fount and shade of others. i know what it looks like, and i think what it feels like, just... where can i find it? what do i do
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so if you want my mom will totally hook you up
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