I'm dying againI need someone here to hold my hand.
What I'm about to do next may be the dumbest stunt I've pulled to this date.
However, I have no one here to stop me.
I have no one here to see through my "innocence" facade.
So what exactly is there to stop me?
Nothing
I won't be smiling this week.
Can't promise I'll be breathing either.
Why take that
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