i want to be bad. there are so little things now. honestly, what would become of me? i hate reality and subsitute my fantasy. in the end, i end up w/ reality. y do all good things come to an end? i'm ok w/ it ending but y is it not endless? i'm losing my edge. i'm losing my steps. i'm losing my friends. and i'm losing my mind. i guess she's not coming huh?
lovers to friends to invisible people. yea, we were never lovers but you were in me...were...
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