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I don't know when life gets better I don't know when you'll be happy. I do know that it is gonna happen. Mark my words, mark my words I don't know if there is a god I don't care either way. I just know that I am blessed in any non-religious way. The dice is in the air who knows where it lands keeping pace with time and space hot money changing hands love is just a fairy tale like Santa and his elves. pushing emotion and caring up onto your shelves. like, really? is it so unheard of that i cant be nice to someone without YOU thinking im trying to seduce them? it's a problem. im fat so what? im happy, and that shouldn't be any concern of yours. you hate whatever is 'wrong' with you and to make yourself feel better you shit on me. like a cutter with a blade you try to slice the agony away but it doesnt work. and yes im talking to you chubby black haired bastard i dont like to hate on people because it isnt right but when you come at me simply because im proud to BE me then we have a problem. THEN we have a fucking problem.