I love you, but I don't think I can love you anymore.
Shattered
Love and hope and sex and dreams and still surviving.
My mind rejects the frequency.
Get me off.
I'm in love with a shooting star.
Somehow we survive we don't even try we don't like who we are but we pretend anyway.
We're ANYONE.
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