I hate looking at my bruises. I hate looking at my shot. If you know what I mean. (i.e Katie) It's raining and I feel like just unwinding. I needed to tell someone the truth. I can't live a lie anymore.
It's funny how I've been lying to my parents. I'm not who they think I am. I'm sorry mom. I'm sorry to my friends if I've ever stabbed you in the
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i want to cook you pancakes.
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