i love catastrophe and the taste of falling
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i love the taste of bitterness
and salty tears.
i love
b r e a k i n g
and the confinement of
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|bedroom|
|walls. |
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i love the emptiness
and the sound of disastrous roles.
i hate the silence and a family who never calls.
