::200::

They call kids like us vicous and carved out of stone. But for what we've become, we just feel more alone. Always weigh what I've lost against what I left. So progress report : I am missing you to death.
So douse yourself in cheap perfume. It's so fitting, so fitting of the way you are. You can't cover it up, can't cover it up.
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