1,2,3,4 tell me that you love more sleepless, long nights that is what my youth is for. old teenage hopes are alive at your door, left you with nothing but they want some more.
People and relationships frustrate me. Can't we just all get along and live in a land of rainbows and butterflies? Make cakes full of wonderful suprises? Eternal days of sunshine? Non?
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