I don't know how I could have possibly thought it to be so easy. I don't know how I could have thought it would be smooth sailing. For me. For me?
I knew better before. I don't like feeling like this. I didn't want this.
I'm so easily broken. It's fucking dumb.
how the heart bends, and summer she sends
a sky that refuses to die
with weeds of the sea that wrap round our knees
and a sun too hot to go down
you come around, you come around, you come around
AND I THINK I'M FUCKING UGLY.

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