I always get blamed for everything,anyway.
Like my cherrywood dresser.
FUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKK!
I can't sleep well without him beside me.
Wasps and flies,too.
Somewhere out in the back of your mind (Somewhere)
Comes your real life and the life that you know
It seems like it was the creation of some of those same old things
It seemed to be the only thing left out in the light.-Stevie Nicks
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