Vill lägga mig ner, sluta existera.
Katastrof födelsedag.
Alla som kom väger
Inte up mot EN barndomsvän som bröt kontakten på min födelsedag.
Helvete vad d gör ont.
"When you approach me, already stung-stayed with insecurity, begging, “will I be pretty? Will I be pretty?” I will wipe that question from your mouth like cheap lipstick and answer, “No! The word pretty is unworthy of everything you will be."
"When you approach me, already stung-stayed with insecurity, begging, “will I be pretty? Will I be pretty?” I will wipe that question from your mouth like cheap lipstick and answer, “No! The word pretty is unworthy of everything you will be."
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Radera