Three days, hours, minutes, though only 2 years
To the day, the day I'd like to forget forever
No doubt in anything, I will shed my tears, count my fears
But I'll never give up on this life, never
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- What is humor?
- Every heart splitting tear
- All pure talent has faulted living
- Two hundred and twenty eight dollars
- I love how messed up this is
- Dear Miss California,
- Getting ready to forgive.
- Do you know where you are?
- Is it not funny?
- Opinion Piece
- After an hour or so of dying.
- I can't define what I'm after
- Shut up
- Forever yours to keep
- Welcome
- My mind is spinning
- It burns the eyes.
- Do I know you?
- Tears to acid
- He's no hypocrite.
- Today is Sunday. The Fifth. Of April.
- Don't tell me because it hurts
- Faking Furs
- Three
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