it's my fault, but im angry at you.
i cut you open, but i bleed.
i hate you, come closer.
fuck make up your mind.
eenie meenie shut the fuck up.
fuck man, im not ready for this shit.
i hate my phone plan, i hate credit cards and i hate promises.
metaphorically, shut your mouth.
something so fucking small, can be such a big deal.
i'm so far from myself right now.
end blog. goodnight.
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