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The most despairing songs are the most beautiful.
You had to sneak into my room, just to read my diary. It was just to see all the things you knew I’d written about you- oh, so many illustrations. But I’m so very sickened. I am so sickened now. Oh, it was too late.
Hey, old man, how can you stand to think that way? Did you really think about it before you made the rules?
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