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you are so pretty
i know it's a little soon but so be it, you seem really nice and sweet compared to the other ones
i wish we could fast forward, but obviously we can't
why fast forward when we can spend this time anyway?
i know it's a little soon but you post it and i feel like it's about me and it makes me smile
you are so much nicer
i know it's just my mood swings talking but i know this is gonna end terrible for me
i'm not gonna sit around and pretend i don't feel this way. even if it's too soon. because i do, and it's rare.
when we hang out i think to myself about how i wouldn't have any problem with sobriety as long as i'm with you
sorry i'm like this, but i guess i'm just a playlist boy at heart

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author = "moonboy"

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rant fucking inbound.
I am sick and TIRED of myself. this fucking urge to go back and do shit that makes me a complete FUCKING failure. this is so stupid i am such an IDIOT. i fucking HATE YOU COKE I FUCKING HATE YOU!!! SO MUCH!!!!! YOU MAKE MY FACE FUCKING BLEED WHILE I'M WORKING AND YOU MAKE ME DRAIN MY POCKETS AND LIE TO MY FAMILY!!!!!! YOU DONT LET ME ENJOY MYSELF WHEN I'M WITH MY FAMILY I FUCKING HATE YOU SO MUCH!!!! YOU MAKE ME HIDE THE FUCJING BLOOD IN MY MASK AND PRETEND IT ISNT THERE AND RUIN THEY WAY I FEEL
I WISH I NEVER WOULD'VE TOUCHED YOU BUT I FUCKING TOLD MYSELF 'EVERYONE EXCEPT ME' DIDN'T I???? FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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he's back. he always is.
he's tugging at my doorknob, but we both know he really isn't.
the window's glanced just in time to view it come in
night has lost its meaning
my mind picks up with the wind
i stand and stare until the fractures leave. the wind follows.
i am art, and i am alone yet again.

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