do you remember how things used to be? simplicity. i swore i would never leave,
but i did. things fell apart. i was scared, afraid, lost and alone.
i try hard to live with my morals who seem to be a backstabbing cunt.
what is life when you cannot look at your own reflection and like what you see?
but i did. things fell apart. i was scared, afraid, lost and alone.
i try hard to live with my morals who seem to be a backstabbing cunt.
what is life when you cannot look at your own reflection and like what you see?
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