and my health is a joke.
we don't believe in filler baby.
[or at least, i never did. ]
what say we go and crash your car and every time i leave you go and lock the door
so i walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder
i'm another day late and one year older
i'm a failure by design.
[[fucking story of my life. for real. dont call me. dont text me. stop believing that for several beautiful moments that you had me. because i will lie through my teeth about how wrong you are]]
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