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WERE WE ALL JUST BUILT TO BURN? SOMEWHERE BETWEEN SELF-LOVE AND SELF-HARM, A CIGARETTE YOU’RE TOO AFRAID TO LIGHT. TATTOOING THE LINE BETWEEN WRONG AND WRITE. WILL WE EVER LEARN? OR IS IT JUST ANOTHER MISTAKE I’M NOT SORRY FOR…

don't pray for me

i'm nobody's fantasy

at best i'm a wet dream

that makes you sick in the morning

diary

three bursting lines
three bursting lines

i cant believe you decided to read my diary
thats like rule number one dude
i guess ill forgive you though
but only if you click one of the buttons down here hehehe

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