fuck off i dont care if this is bad its my birthday
Your sigh brings me to why, why I should try. Why should I die? I find that at this point, no answer you give can be right; all the moments we've lost, all the heartache it costs, all the chances you've tossed aside, to me this is all but real, but you get to decide, so when you're hoping on everyone you've got but you still can't move on, because your all but well.
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