in the dreams i think about your carbon copy backpack (different color scheme) (still the same) (still obvious what's going on here) i think about your new haircut (undercut) (flippant) (why) i think about the maroon skinny cords (damn) i think about the same blue running shoes.
in reality, of course, of course, i think about none of these things.
i read the blogs too. when you're not alone, it comes easier. we're all just hurting and finding more ways to hurt ourselves but that's
to be expected.
what rhymes with bleach? leech b()()ch each reach peach
i guess she thinks she's a martyr for this
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