your such a pretty face
wasted space
i like Los Angeles
it feels good under my skin
hot mess
ah now i remember
what matters
you vandal
i miss my kitten
his bald spots and buck teeth
my face misses being rubbed by yours
dad mom dad mom fathe madre papa mum
i love you
this house is silent
i turned the large fan on
smooth
no more bands who want to be the beatles
all you need is love
trust this one
i might lie about my feelings not my thoughts
this is the reason why i sound so bland and i smirk
its numb when i say what hurts
it always hurts to lose a loved one
it hurts to lose yourself
i dont lose
i find a better game
one with intricate rules
and a prize worth fighting for
saved the world today
i am grateful
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