one day i’ll stop caring
then it will be too late for you
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then it will be too late for you
I believe that life is a prize but to live, doesn’t mean you’re alive.
it’d be nice if someone wasn’t disappointed in me for once
sometimes I want to go to sleep and never wake up again
I really wish you knew how much all your accusations hurt me. you say you love me but you’re the one who hurts me the most