Irony is I don't know myself, how could I ever be honest with you, trying to get a glimpse into my world?
I'll leave it to the world to figure me out, while I play my role as that conundrum of a girl with a bleeding heart and bloody knuckles.
Love the ones they are, not the one they should be.
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