“what is life,” “what is love,” i do not understand such luxury.
baby don’t hurt me. expectations are premeditated resentments.
when will i meet the people who deserve my love?
my time? my energy? my advice?
the final frontier. it stands before me. i approach.. i cower.
do you want to know, no you do not want to know…
so i won’t tell you.
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