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I'm your mortal soldier, you're the queen of hearts



And live for the moment, but that takes too much pride.


All of the above.

Today's been...
Different.
Last night was depressing.
This morning I had pancakes.

FUCK.
I CAN'T GET OVER IT
fucking love me.

Please. I can't fucking stand myself right now.
I need an intervention.
I mean, I haven't done any drugs
But that doesn't mean I'm not on something.
CARE ABOUT ME, MOTHERFUCKERS.
Since obviously, I don't.

Life is out to get me.

"I'd shape up and put on weight
Cross out my calendar marked to the date
where we meet on some mystic veranda"

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