(Yes baby really.)
I see a blank notebook page and it's my life and there is nothing I can think to write.
On my face I scratched out something like a silhouette around the golden ten like lambs on my face I've hidden away any embarrassment, away from my acquaintances I'm not sold on anything but half a dream.
I'm not sensing a thing.
Hell no, this is a fucking guessing game &you know I couldn't take this pain. I've got no idea why girls can be sucha daft, er no, I mean meself. Holybitch.
Shithole I need the piano now.
Look I'm feeling much better now...
P/s: No emo nemo bitch:)
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