What Do I Get To Get Me Through These Sleepless Nights
It's four a.m.
I'm dead.
And I never want to see him again.
I'm dead.
And I never want to see him again.
"And This Life Sentence That I'm Serving, I Admit That I'm Every Bit Deserving, But The Beauty Of Grace Is That It Makes Life Not Fair"
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