format-br0kenwings LEAVE THIS HERE PLEASE.
She holds for dear life to the ends of the sleevs in her
hands..
covering
up lies that she wrote, with a razor sharp
pen.
but
the sting of the blade is no match for the pain, of the
loneliness she's going through
But
we've all been there too.
DO NOT
ERASE THE FORMAT CREDIT OR MAK
nmf
this is a song
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