Sometimes I wish I was one of your mistakes. I think it be better that I was a lapse in judgment.
I've already begun looking for my name in the memoirs of the world and I'm always disappointed. Worse, I'm surpised.
I am learning to be greatful for the things I never wanted. To exist in the polite.
"Fate loosens its grip. The bruises stay."
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