Millions || Gerard Way
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'Alright ladies and gentleman, this is a robbery and if you want to make it out alive I suggest you get against that wall right fucking now!'
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I've got ADHD, problems socializing AND anger issues.
Why did I have to get caught up in this?
I was supposed to be giving my friend her cup of coffee then going to a day at my college campus.
I'm meant to be a doctor, not a hostage.
I'm meant to fall in love, have kids, a career, all that stuff.
I wanted to believe that there was someone for everyone but in a planet, in this town with so many people what was the changes you actually meet that person?
One in a million.
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