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I hope your hair looks bad in every picture. I hope you overcook your breakfast. I hope your left eye always itches while you're wearing contacts. I hope the internet sucks whenever you're trying to watch a video.
the obligation to one’s family is a curious thing that I do question an unsaid contract you take happily or otherwise you better not mention
Drunk from the thoughts of last night,I can’t sober up.
mother, mommy, mom, mama so many different nameseach unique special dreadful lovingher kids look up to herbut they face her terrible wrathall the time they endure
My Demise Abandonment overcame my being in the beginning, Tick. Tock. The clock chimed days away before my hopeful eyes