I’m staring at the mess I made;
I hear you noticed me today. Please don’t notice me again - I’m fake, twisted and cruel, you don’t deserve what I’d put you through.
How I wish there was a key to my happy place, and when I got there I could lock everyone else out.
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She said keep your head held high.
WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
Somewhere no one else knows about.
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The imperfections are what makes something perfect.
This Is How I Get By.
