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I got my mother’s insanity and her trust issues and my father’s temper and his secretive ways. They never were the most stable people. Imagine what I’m like when I’m the two of them together as one person.

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everytime is the last time...
you are the smell before rain, your the blood in my veins.
i deserve someone who is gentle and kind.
i need you, i dont need you.
5am
I wanted to kill myself and you were talking about dirty dishes.
Nostalgia is a filthy liar that things seemed better then they o
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