if every one is special, no one is.
this whole being optimistic thing is getting really frustrating. i'm trying to wrap myself up in what the hell were you thinking? but my head is filled by nothing more than i hope it ends up better.
why'd you have to come in and make everything beautiful?
why'd you have to come in and make me so much better?
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