• Hey there, i know, that its, hard to feel like i don't care at all... And i cant make it on my own. Because my heart is in Chicago. Cut my wrists and balck my eyes. So i can fall asleep tonight or die. Because you kill me. you know you do you kill me well. you like it to and i can tell. you never sop until, my final breath is gone.

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