sometimes things don't work out the way we planned.
To live is just to fall asleep,
to die is to awaken.
Maybe we're meant to lose the ones we love,
but I'll fight for you till then.
And if they stole you from me,
on my arm there's a tattoo of your name.
NO I DONT WANT TO FEEL ANYTHING ANYMORE
I'm tired of being nice
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