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Why must happy hearts break so hard, leave you curled up in the back seat of a caaaaar, staring up at the windshield.
Nothing is missing, All the pieces are in place, No exceptions.
having the time of my life, Finally.
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SOME NIGHTS I THIRST FOR REAL BLOOD FOR REAL KNIVES FOR REAL CRYS.